Burning hours away watching 90’s reruns ’til 4 o'clock in the morning I've been so inconsistent and mildly vicious My nerves have been struck without warning And this isn't me I just need to get some sleep
I can't believe you got me so awkwardly talking to myself again in the night By the TV light I’m staring down picture frame eyes
I keep racking my brain with excuses to help with the passing of time I was just so resistant to changing or missing my chances to break from the line If you could only see the hang-ups The heartbreak and bang-ups And bruises on my knuckles tonight Well, maybe it would change your mind Maybe I could sleep tonight
I miss the springtime rain From that patio swing where we planned our escape Where our silhouettes bounced off the bonfire flames I miss the springtime rain