little breeze

sick to my stomach over the thought of her on you

mirrors fogging but i’m stuck on repeating the news

(the same old news)

drops are falling

eyes are bawling

but i’m crawling back to you

(the same old you)

the cold is back

but i brush my shoulder

since i’m getting older

yet i’ve learned nothing new

(but neither have you)

reaching out never did me no good

i’ve kept the door open hoping you’d give me a look

but when i looked into your eyes i was shook

drops are falling

eyes are bawling

but i’m crawling back to you

the cold is back

but i brush my shoulder

brush my shoulder

with every single line

you used to cry

said you’d call

but you chose to fall

shouldn’t have lied

that’s not a surprise

claimed you planned ahead

yet i still got in bed

(eyes wet from your couple set)