I took another late walk out yesterday night cause
these four walls, I've discovered, aren't as comforting now
as they are in the light.
I don't want you to treat me like you do.
I spent time reading some books about love and drinking.
Both waiting for calls on each end
from each other and both thinking:
I don't want you to regret this tomorrow.
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And it's raining, but I'm not complaining.
I spent yesterday soaked.
I had my window of time,
caught of a glimpse of some home.
I'll be fine when I can learn how to cope.
We're still so young.
Don't let it go to waste.
Don't want to repeat this cycle of days.
I can't help that I'm set in my ways.
I don't want you to forget me like I know that you're going to. I'm going home.
[Chorus]