Only when I'm falling do I find a way to feel
If you're still awake
Could you tell me how much to care?
The solemn change in autumn feels so final, feels so real
Was it a waste
Spending my summer breathing all but air?
#PRE-CHORUS
I'm caught in transition, everything's slipping by
I've run from goodbyes for long enough
My time is up
I wanna catch the raindrops in my hat
And pour them on my face
To wake me up 'cause I was slipping back
To an unfamiliar place
Well, maybe when we wake up, this will be over
And we will be replaced
With the versions of ourselves we wanted to be
When we were eighteen
I don't know where I'm headed, but I'm no longer standing still
It's been a ride
Then and now are now miles apart
I'm drawing towards my exit; the road ahead is all downhill
I'm screaming inside
Longing for how I remember the start
#PRE-CHORUS
But memory's a liar; everything prior's done
The colors have run; they're turning black
No going back
I wanna catch the raindrops in my hat
And pour them on my face
To wake me up 'cause I was slipping back
To an unfamiliar place
Well, maybe when we wake up, this will be over
And we will be replaced
With the versions of ourselves we wanted to be
When we were eighteen
When we were eighteen
We're not eighteen