Aren't you happy that you left it? 

Or maybe I'm just so sick 

Of how I fit this suitcase life 

Inside the overhead compartment 



Turbulance shakes my hand as I introduce myself 

But I think we've met before 

A key for every moment in my heart 

That's wrapped in black and white 

For every drunken summer night 



These are just words you can read 

Because you know we'll never speak again 

Not with this life you've started living in 



I'm just another beat inside a song 

I'm just the storm that rained too long 

You've got us drowning in our bad luck 

Maybe it's time I walk away 

What's a month mean anyway 

When I'm still lost inside the summer? 

I could never stand the fall 

Sweatshirts and Christmas 

I need short skirts and kisses