Here comes a girl in the form of a storm
and you better beware- you better find hiding.
Here comes a girl in the form of a dream
and you better beware- you better find hiding.
Cause she looks like truth and she looks like a castle.
But she's burning inside trying to figure out the hassle
of it all, of it all.
Here comes a boy in the form of the night.
Oh, you better be beware- you better find hiding.
Here comes a boy in the form of a light.
Oh just shut your eyes he'll be gone in the morning.
Cause he looks so fearless and looks so nice,
but he's hiding behind the weekend nights.
He's not for you, he's not for you.
And I don't like words. I want to see them.
I don't like words. I wanna feel them.
You're like an old shirt I don't care if you're stained.
And the clouds are getting bigger- look at the rain.
It's falling. Sometimes we all do.
Why does it take a hurricane to play tricks on you?
Cause you're either a drug or just a bad habit that
I wanted to quit, but I couldn't not have it.
And fighting's not, not for me.
And until these rivers turn into lakes-
I'll still be the biggest fake.