The storm is rushing on me. Here's the flood flash. I feel so locked and loaded. Let me out, let me out. . Wake up in a wasteland. Where the trees are crashing fast.
Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa. . You were talking to her. But messing with me. It's finally clear. You're blurring the lines. . Are you disturbed?.
Homecoming, I'm coming, my sweet mistake. Summer's over, hope it's not too late. I'm pacing, impatient, up in my head. Taken back to the sidewalk where we met.