If I'm not there in 15, don't lock the door
I'll be there soon enough, just leave the lights on
So I can find my way
To the spot on your bed with my name on it
Just within your reach
"No tears, no tears," she whispered
"I hear the salt isn't good for your skin"
The truth is I like the way it feels
When it rolls down the dents of my cheek
So I let loose the tears
Flooding your letters
It's too bad the ink started to run
I've always been afraid of storms like these
The rain plays such a sad lullaby
All along the window pane
"No tears, no tears," she whispered
"I hear the salt isn't good for your skin"
The truth is I like the way it feels
When it rolls down the dents of my cheek
(You don't need this as bad as I do)
(I flip the page, the lightning strikes, I've always been afraid of storms like these)
(I was only getting started...)
