It's raining on your window, I said
We're all just the same as we were back then
And you were thinking about her, but she was never really there
Always on her way
And she said why are we even making plans if we're only standing still?
And I said the world is turning anyway, we're always going somewhere
And we're just talking
Don't know what we're doing here
We're just walking
Right next to train tracks
And I just can't remember everything you said
Too much color in your eyes, too much color in my head
And we're just breathing
But we're not kids anymore
Our rooms are bigger now
But we're still sitting on the floor
And we're still here, and still, we don't know what we're waiting for
And we were sitting on the carpet
Feeling perfect
Spinning round like a record
And she said wasn't that the night that you got sick in the trash can by the bus stop?
And I said what's that got to do with anything?
And I keep finding polaroids stuck between the books on my shelf
And I said I'm never letting go
I'm never getting rid of us
And we're just talking
But we're not kids anymore
Our beds are bigger now
And our bookshelves are intellectual
And she said remember when you fell down from your shoes
And I said no
But I can still feel the pain, I still feel bruised and sore
But it's all fine now
I'm writing songs again
With all these uncreative titles to prove I'm just like them
And every night's the same but different
And every day is just the same
And she said I'll turn to stone at midnight
And I said have it your way
And we're not sleeping, we're just hiding down below
We're almost grown up
We're growing plants now
But we're still here, and still, we don't know what we're waiting for
It's raining on your window, I said
We're all just the same as we were back then
