it's been raining for hours now.
and I keep thinking, your still thinking about,
and I am sinking in my seat.
for all the things that just won't keep,

their minutes, like ours,
passed out under ground,
pushing up flowers.

we say we will be together,
but I think were just speculating.

your love is a balancing act,
and I don't need more egg shells to crack,
now that I've gotten my feet back firm on

the ground.

I been here
waiting hours to see
theres no one for me
theres no one to call my phone
and im all alone
thinking how it sucks
and you know too much
about what I want
is a new belief

I believe we should all receive
compensation for our piece
in this mess
and its all I need
its nice to be
I'll never be
ill never see
the way that I am haunted
and still
Ill believe theres still something else
and Im a hopeless
Im a hopeless mess
yeah you know that I'll believe theres still something else
Im a hopeless mess
Im a hopeless mess