Rocks

It's hard to tell if the sirens come From my headphones or the street I've only kissed one person in the rain The buildup's better Than the real thing I'm still waiting There isn't much room left between nothing and too much Throwing rocks at the window Of someone I convinced myself I loved Fucking with the details wishing there was a lesson to be learned Standing in your kitchen wondering when I can go home Back row at the matinee alone I wanna call someone that I don't know You don't have to tell me You'll still do it though There isn't much room left between nothing and too much Throwing rocks at the window Of someone I convinced myself I loved Fucking with the details wishing there was a lesson to be learned