I'm not coming back
I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified
to speak, but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, ill be blunt;
now the rain is washing you out of my hair
and out of my mind
keeping an eye on the world
so many thousands of feet off the ground,
I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds
towering over your head...
-All Time Low.
