Wait Outside Your Window

[Verse 1]
Saw you flinch when he raised his voice
Coffee cup shaking in your hand
You said
"I'm fine
It was just a joke"
Yeah
I've heard that line
I can't stand it
You hide bruises under thrift-store sleeves
Laugh too loud so you don't cry
I crack jokes just to fill the air
But I’m burning up inside
[Chorus]
So I'll wait outside your window
Hands in my pockets
Heart on fire
You can call me in the morning
Or ten years down the line
I don't want to take you from him
I just want you to survive
If it takes my whole damn lifetime
I'll be here
I'll be here
Till you finally choose your life
[Verse 2]
He texts
You jump like the floor just moved
Screen lights up like a warning sign
You say
"He says that he really loves me"
Love shouldn't look like landmines
I walk you home
Count your shaky breaths
Kick at cans just to kill the time
You say
"It's bad
But it's what I know"
I say
"There’s more than staying blind"
[Chorus]
So I'll wait outside your window
Hands in my pockets
Heart on fire
You can call me in the morning
Or ten years down the line
I don't want to play the savior
I just want you still alive
If it takes my whole damn lifetime
I'll be here
I'll be here
Till you finally choose your life
[Bridge]
I'll hold my tongue when you defend him (again)
Bite my lip till it tastes like rust
Every lie that you repeat for him
Still I keep this stupid trust
That one night you'll drop your suitcase
On my cheap
Cold kitchen floor
Say
"Can I stay here till I’m safe?"
I’ll say
"Stay forever
Or just till four"
[Chorus]
So I'll wait outside your window
Hands in my pockets
Heart on fire
You can call me in the darkness
Or years after you get wise
I don't need a happy ending
I just need you to survive
If it takes my whole damn lifetime
I'll be here
I'll be here
Till you finally choose your life

rock, Raw indie-punk band feel, male vocals: overdriven guitars, gritty bass, loose live drums. Verses stay tight and muttered on the edge of breakup, tom-heavy drums and palm-muted chords. Choruses explode into wide open crash cymbals, gang shouts, and jangly octave leads. Bridge pulls back to half-time and almost spoken vocal, then slams into a final, shout-along chorus with layered harmonies and feedback tail., indie rock, punk