Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go
Thirteen suited strangers make a crowded elevator slow
And I've got a million words and phases on the tip of my tongue
For the only non-stranger next to me, soon she'll know
(let ?em stare)

If I could
I think I would give in
And let you in on how I feel
I need to spill
Let it all out right now
And expose every inch in front of them

Twelve more floors
And your eyes in mine are all I need to come clean
Or should I wait until the lobby
And spare the lives of some twenty-six nervous eyes
Being occupied by the little red numbers passing by?
If I wait one minute longer
I think I will die
(let ?em stare)

If I could
I think I would give in
And let you in on how I feel
I need to spill
Let it all out right now
Expose every inch in front of them

You help me to feel, see and know why all the while I've been so inquisitive
I can't go back ?cause now I know
How it feels to open up and breathe

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ALEX KATUNICH, BRANDON BOYD, BRANDON CHARLES BOYD, CHRISTOPHER KILMORE, JOSE ANTHONY II PASILLAS, JOSE PASILLAS II, MICHAEL AARON EINZIGER, MICHAEL EINZIGER