The Coming Storm

Stretched out, second floor I watch the ceiling turn from blue to white Shallow breaths, early morn I loved you when we were young Here it is, the coming storm There is no calm before it It gradually breaks until you are drenched And you can't keep warm Watch for signs all day Breath of smoke, I await You know, you know Pack the bag, down the stairs With your excuses made for yourself But you can't find the courage to leave this place That you've known your whole life Watch for signs all day Breath of smoke, I await You know, you know