[Intro – soft piano + cicadas + distant cars] Yeah… The whole neighborhood’s asleep but my mind won’t be. [Verse 1 – hushed, reflective] Porch lights flicker down the cul-de-sac, Every house lined up like a photograph. Your bike’s still leaning on your old front gate— Looks like it’s waiting, but you never stay late. Street’s so quiet I can hear my own breath, Thinking ’bout the words I should’ve said. Your hoodie’s on my bed, warm with a ghost, Funny how the suburbs feel empty the most. [Pre-Chorus – soft strings drifting] I still hear your laughter in the driveway, Echoes in the cracks of the walkway. I wanna call, but I know you’d hesitate— And silence hits harder this late. [Chorus – mellow pads + layered whispers] These suburban nights don’t feel the same, Not since you packed up and drove away. Every stop sign looks like yesterday, Holding on to moments that won’t stay. If you’re lying awake under different lights, Feeling that ache on the left side… Just know this street still feels like ours— Your shadow lives in my backyard. [Verse 2 – deeper emotion, low piano] Mailbox still stuffed with your old mail, Wind keeps knocking it like it’s telling a tale. Your window’s dark, but I still glance, Habit’s a trap disguised as chance. The swings at the park still creak at night, I walk by slow like you might be in sight. Crazy how these quiet roads hold on— They keep your name long after you’re gone. [Pre-Chorus 2 – strings swell softer] I keep seeing you under the porch light, Smiling like you planned to stay that night. I wanna call, but I know you’d let it ring— I’d fall apart listening. [Chorus – fuller, warmer] These suburban nights don’t feel the same, Not since you packed up and drove away. Every stop sign looks like yesterday, Holding on to moments that won’t stay. If you’re lying awake under different lights, Feeling that ache on the left side… Just know this street still feels like ours— Your shadow lives in my backyard. [Bridge – whisper-soft, airy pads] Maybe we’ll meet again on this sidewalk, Share a little laugh, maybe small talk. Until then I’ll keep a light on low— Enough to remember… not enough to follow. [Final Chorus – stripped, intimate] These suburban nights still call your name, No matter how much time has changed. If you think of me when the world goes quiet… I’m here beneath the porch light. [Outro – piano + distant dog barking] Yeah… Still saving space… On this old street we called ours.

Suburban Nights