The sun behind her would make a perfect picture
But I left my phone at the house
The way her bangs just flirt with her eyebrows
I never noticed it until we go out
Maybe it's the lighting inside this apartment
If love is a storm then the lightning's just part of it
Love is a fight just remember who started
Love is too hard
I give up I don't want any part of it
I'm out of reasons to come back home
They all left when I left your bedroom
It's not you its the nine before you
It never so good to be alone