Sweatshirt Weather

Sunday came and went i rest against the windowpane and head back home It was never my intent To leave you at the end of the day But I've got rent to pay Oh, your hair's in my bed Your voice in my head Telling me to sleep but I just write of you inste

i made up my mind after years of misuse i've spun out i'm strung out with nothing to lose i spent all my days living in my dreams i guess i'm just not what i've wanted to be and i spent all my nights waiting for the sun fighting to wake up and be som

i spend my nights awake just dreaming of the next year where i'll be safe and i'll be sound anywhere but here take a look inside and see how much i've changed but when the day is done i swear i'm still the same the night grows old and i'm still just

i saw that bird again today it sang a lovely song to me i think it knows the way to happiness i'll listen carefully it, it told me sing, it told me to fly so i smiled and opened up the sky i went sailing above the trees and the streets that we lived