Long-term Thinking On A Short Leash

leather looking glass
still scared of what i'll find
scattered mess in my mind
the memory of goodbye
and the sun on your face
i left on a monday (too fast)
when i told you i love you (won't last)

now it feels like rain
it feels like rain
it's what feeds the flame
now it feels like rain

still drunk and fast asleep
i stumble up the aisles (to where)
and i left on a monday (too fast)
when i told you i'd miss you

now it feels like rain
it feels like rain
its what leads the fire on

now it's getting hard to breathe