It's hard to tell if the sirens come
From my headphones or the street
I've only kissed one person in the rain
The buildup's better
Than the real thing
I'm still waiting
There isn't much room left between nothing and too much
Throwing rocks at the window
Of someone I convinced myself I loved
Fucking with the details wishing there was a lesson to be learned
Standing in your kitchen wondering when I can go home
Back row at the matinee alone
I wanna call someone that I don't know
You don't have to tell me
You'll still do it though
There isn't much room left between nothing and too much
Throwing rocks at the window
Of someone I convinced myself I loved
Fucking with the details wishing there was a lesson to be learned