Storm

Chasing a storm...

Wind blowing and rain pouring...

Trying to make this shit right...

Feel like we were fighting all night...

Head up in the clouds but never stuck up...

You said some things I can't erase...

I pass out , because I just want to wake up in your arms...

The fighting and yelling is getting old to me...

I would rather you console me..

I saw your phone, guess you can call it my insecurities...

But what did she mean by " you can have all of me ?" ...

Destroying something that was once so perfect...

It may not have been perfect to them ...

But man it seemed worth it...

Driving in the rain , it seems to know my pain....

Quiet storm....

Mind torn...

What do I say to make it right ?

I know it's not me...

But my insecurity gets the best of me...

Every girl , I'm asking who is she ?

I'm worried because "she" ....

Use to be me....

Chasing a storm...

Wind blowing and rain pouring...

Trying to make this shit right...

Feel like we were fighting all night...

I just wanted to make it right...