Your palms are getting wet

But it's not over yet

You either leave or go through with it

Her hair is down today

I like it better that way

She knows I care but she doesn't care

The words fall into place

I hope she falls on her face

Who the fuck is he?

He is not me

The sweatshirt in room 109 your bundled up

You need some time alone. All alone.

I wrote a chorus and that's your reward for breaking my heart in to days

I don't know what to say

But my heart is beating for you, Natalie.