An empty hotel room
Aren't you happy that you left it?
Or maybe I'm just so sick
Of how I fit this suitcase life
Inside the overhead compartment
Turbulance shakes my hand as I introduce myself
But I think we've met before
A key for every moment in my heart
That's wrapped in black and white
For every drunken summer night
These are just words you can read
Because you know we'll never speak again
Not with this life you've started living in
I'm just another beat inside a song
I'm just the storm that rained too long
You've got us drowning in our bad luck
Maybe it's time I walk away
What's a month mean anyway
When I'm still lost inside the summer?
I could never stand the fall
Sweatshirts and Christmas
I need short skirts and kisses