Septemberism

The rain poured down

On the day that I left to

Hang with you in New York

And every little thing (every little thing)

Made me miss you more

So I kept running

It's like I had never been so sure

Of doing something stupid doing something without thinking

I'm just tryna make a get-a-way to you

And I'd have gone a thousand miles more

I'll meet you in your head

Tonight when your in bed

The one time that I came to your house

And I was freezing outside until you finally came out

And you pulled me by the arm and we went around back

Then you glared me up and down though you say you don't remember that

Then we went downstairs I saw your bedroom and stuff

And I tried to say something but you said to shut up

And I looked at you you were so damn cute

Sifting through the pages of the pictures that you drew

I'll meet you in your head

Tonight when your in bed

I know your thinking of me..

Your everything that I hoped for

And I'm all the shit that you go for

Stop kidding yourself now

I hate you you should have picked up the phone tonight