Long-Term Thinking on a Short Leash
Leather looking glass
Still scared of what I'll find
Scattered mess in my mind
The memory of goodbye
And the sun on your face
I left on a Monday (too fast)
When I told you I love you (won't last)
Now it feels like rain
It feels like rain
It's what feeds the flame
Now it feels like rain
Still drunk and fast asleep
I stumble up the aisles (to where)
And I left on a Monday (too fast)
When I told you I'd miss you
Now it feels like rain
It feels like rain
Its what leads the fire on
Now it's getting hard to breathe