Parking Lot Promises
Alex Wilson
Description
A nostalgic and bittersweet pop anthem about fleeting young love and the promises made in the liminal space of a parking lot. The song captures the ephemeral nature of youthful dreams and the bittersweet realization that some moments, however intense, are destined to fade with the morning light. It blends dreamy synths with a driving beat, creating a soundscape that is both intimate and expansive, perfectly capturing the feeling of being young and on the cusp of something, even if that something is ultimately temporary.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Graveyard shift at the 24-hour store, Blue buzz lights on the dented Civic door. Two receipts in the visor like a prayer, Cherry soda lips, bleach blonde hair. You said, “We’ve got ten more minutes ‘til your curfew lies,” June bugs orbit in the parking lot skies. Keys in the ignition, but we don’t move— Hearts on a dash with a point to prove. Pre-Chorus Hands on the wheel, eyes on me, Your playlist stuck on track thirteen. We’re talking big, we’re talking free— Like sunrise isn’t a guarantee. Chorus We were making parking lot promises, Under flicker-film fluorescents. Tracing forever on fogged-up glass, Writing our names where the night can’t last. We were making parking lot promises— Every vow in present tense. We knew the morning would break them, But the midnight made more sense. Post-Chorus Na-na, na-na—shhh—don’t say goodbye yet. Na-na, na-na—freeze frame, keep it like that. (Yeah) Parking lot promises. Verse 2 Glovebox map with the corners torn, Talked about leaving like we owned the morn’. You drew a future on my sleeve in pen, Said, “Let the ink decide where we begin.” Headlights painting our names on the curb, Every little look was a louder verb. Phone lit up—ignore, ignore— Two rebels kissing a sliding door. Pre-Chorus Hands on the truth, eyes on 3, We’re saying “always” like it’s easy. Throw me a line, I’ll call it fate— Hold the moment, make it wait. Chorus We were making parking lot promises, Under flicker-film fluorescents. Tracing forever on fogged-up glass, Writing our names where the night can’t last. We were making parking lot promises— Every vow in present tense. We knew the morning would break them, But the midnight made more sense. Bridge If every first time comes with a receipt, We’d return the doubt, keep the heat. If “never” means “later” in the neon tongue, Then swear it again ‘til the day is young. And if the sun forgets, then we’ll remind, Every single reason hearts align. Drop / Build Say you’ll call. (Call.) Say you’ll stay. (Stay.) Say forever in a small-town way. Clap—clap—kick—breathe—no regrets, Hearts write checks that the sun can’t cash yet. Final Chorus We were making parking lot promises, Under flicker-film fluorescents. Tracing forever on fogged-up glass, Writing our names where the night can’t last. We were making parking lot promises— Every vow in present tense. We knew the morning would break them, But the midnight made more sense. Tag / Outro Na-na, na-na—keep the scene like this, We were making parking lot promises. Parking lot promises.