I hate standing in the rain.
It makes my heart beat a little softer.
I know I can't pretend this feeling makes you stay just a little longer.
The light out on your front porch has helped me shut my bloodshot eyes.
And the thought of the holes in my ceiling has left me helplessly lost tonight.
And I've been driving past your house.
And I know I feel a little restless.
The shaking in my hands, the pain in my chest
Has got me hearing footsteps in the attic
The walls close in, this feeling begins.
I can't take being lost but I can feel it within.
The rain on the window and the scars on my knees.
And you know I hate being who I don't wanna be.
Trying hard to run from all these feelings again but it's hard when you know this town like the back of your hand.
It's tough facing this empty basement feeling the same but this month has got me feeling okay.
(No I won't forget this x2)