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 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 not home in the clouds, towering over your hair ~