Guitar picks and coffee
You know where I'll be
Under the weather
Rain drenching my letters
Because inside is a place that holds darkness
And ever since then my room has been a mess
I'll be back so I feel less alone
So please be there when I come home
Quick fix I'm sorry you can't tell your black from white
Cake mix and laundry that you haven't done in spite
Of being constantly on the verge of tears
I know you haven't felt that way in years
Because inside is a place that holds darkness
And ever since then your room has been a mess
But I'll be back so you feel less alone
And I'll be there when you come home
Ice cold skin
Your dreams within
You haven't been the same since
I'm sorry you feel that way
And I promise to stay