Video https://www.instagram.com/p/DU1UWx-Dv3y/ I shortened the track, let it play for a min, it gets decent . Started off minimal Now I'm edible, questionable, regrettable Medicine cabinet full of “I should’ve known” Skeleton pickin' bones Telephone disconnected from the tone You were supposed to pick up before I was gone . Message in a bottle I'm operational what's up, Oh... . Just rehearsing what I’d say If you opened up the door today But the words evaporate And I’m standing there like wait . (so Criminal...) . { I'm always feelin' criminal Hope to grow into something more incredible Two arms on the far end of below . And I'll be late Waiting at your door . I know I swore when I swore But you don't have to worry no more I promise to be waiting at your door . And I'm afraid it's too late, you can't ignore . Show you I wasn't feelin' so low... That I couldn't stop fighting for more . Waiting at your door... . . still Waiting at your door... } . Maybe I’m too fictional Living in hypothetical, perpetual State of “almost” but I ghost into a new sad post Every time I’m supposed- to show up haunting your front porch . Said I’m better, wrote a letter Never sent it, weather, whether I could ever get myself together Leather jacket with feathers Light as lies I tell myself in measures Counting treasure that I’ll never— . Stop! I keep rewriting my note driving blindfold Missed exits, wrong turns, tripping over my type-o's But the destination? That part, that I know like Five-O, lowering my FICO Sliding in on Hydro . I’m afraid it’s too late, You can’t ignore I was low, But I was fighting for more . . Fighting for more . (so criminal so criminal so criminal of me) . I'll repeat it and we at your door someday Give me one more take Before it’s way too late Before you relocate Your faith to someone great Instead of me who stayed Your criminal escapee To go from heavyweight to paperweight . (so Criminal...) . . Still waiting at your door... . (so Criminal...) . I'm always feelin' criminal Hope to grow into something more incredible Two arms on the far end of below And I'll be late . Waiting at your door I know I swore when I swore But you don't have to worry no more I promise to be waiving at you girl And I'm afraid it's too late, you can't ignore . Show you I wasn't feelin' - so low That I couldn't stop fighting - for more . Still waiting at your door... . . Still waiting at your door... more