I'm growing tired of wasted days
Rain in place of what should've been a Summer haze
Yellow hues in youth exchanged for another evening alone with a rooftop view
Thinking I wish I had anything better to do
Than stare at magnolia walls
Pen-stained corners from worse moods
And longer nights

From where I should've been sleeping
Instead of stressing over where I might have been

If steps were different
If I didn't miss you
As if every waking thought wasn't enough to give you
I was hard on myself
But what were we to do?
But that was nothing compared to the feeling of having you back here again
But what were we to do?

You were growing tired of wasted nights
Emptiness in place of what could well be losing light
Bedroom blues in truth exchanged for another evening alone with nothing to do
Wishing you could think of something better for you
Than staring at the same old walls
Fingers to keys disguising the truth of longest nights

From where you should've been sleeping
Instead of stressing over where else you could have been

If steps were different
If I didn't miss you
As if every waking thought wasn't enough to give you
I was hard on myself
But what were we to do?
But that was nothing compared to the feeling of having you back here again
But what were we to do?

But what were we to do?
Because when the blame kept coming I held onto you