| Oh the rain, it’s constant
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| Never mind if I’m awakened
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| Throwing stones against my windows
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| Sounds a lot like young love
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| Yeah, I wouldn’t know
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| I was always terrified of touching
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| Yeah, I wouldn’t know
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| I always thought my eyes would burn
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| Then the days come blurring
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| Into one long drone
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| And caffeine
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| I was tryna make a home for myself here to come clean
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| But I end up writing naked daydreams
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| Got sober, I spent my rent on
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| Shimmer-glitter white teeth, heart broke got low self-esteem
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| Then the evenings, and the sight of you in my kitchen
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| You come around here to get high
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| And I sometimes find you childish
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| And I sometimes find you mesmerising
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| And I one time found your mouth when we hid behind refrigerator
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| I can’t keep you a constant secret, sweetness
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| When I keep thinking about it, late
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| Oh, I keep thinking about you, hey
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| Oh the rain, it’s constant
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| Doesn’t care if I’m awakened
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| Throwing stones against my windows
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| Sounds a lot like young love
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| Yeah, I wouldn’t know
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| I was always terrified of touching
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| Yeah, I wouldn’t know
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| I always thought I’d go blind from touching, how sweet
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| Oh, I keep thinking about it, late
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| Oh, I keep thinking about you, hey |