"working on my faults and cracks..."


in summery

"...Even though he doesn't believe in love
She's determined to call his bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling her gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
She pleads though she tries
But she's only denied
Now she's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this boy?
He's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask him to marry me

The neighbors said he moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever he may be
I'm not coming back [forgive me]
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak [I'm not calling]
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just [you're driving me crazy]
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head...
I guess I'll just go home now..."

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