Waiting for the Snow

You just stepped out my car for the last time I didn’t know it then and I’m not sure that it would matter I'm just being honest, always guilty of that crime Cause you always want advice but couldn’t hear above the chatter And look I wanna tell it like it was Cause every time we kissed you was just chasin a buzz And you were lookin in my eyes but I was lookin above Yeah you had butterflies in your gut think I swallowed a dove See we wanted to be together way more than most But the times that were together felt like holdin a ghost And if I’m being honest we fucked way more than we spoke So you’ll find I have some trouble stepping away from that trope Which is why a week later I’ll find you back in my bed And then a week after that you’re still giving me head And my mom starts to wonder if I should get back with my ex And normally my mom is right but I think I’d rather be dead You see I think I mostly just needed someone to talk to And sure occasionally I’d like someone to f*ck too But you were the first one of us to say that I love you So that’s why I’m having trouble figuring out that that’s not true Oh I know Somethings must come and go But I was hoping I might find something sure to hold And I know That It’s time for you to go So I’ll just be the boy in Houston waiting for the snow Oh I know Somethings must come and go But I was hoping I might find something sure to hold And I know That It’s time for you to go So I’ll just be the boy in Houston waiting for the snow Look I know that you heard me Just leaving me on read like you want to desert me But this wasn’t one sided I don’t care what they said That’s why I’m in someone else’s bed even though things were working In a change of a frame things were flipped on their head And like a moth to a flame this was soon to be dead And the moth sure enough did everything right It just had no way of knowing that it chased the wrong light You couldn’t wait to see what 2018 had up her sleeve And less then a month later turns out you would leave But it’s fine and I mean it Cause ultimately this things would be the things to inspire me And growing up in the south I’m prepared for the heat Yet we complain every summer a cycle doomed to repeat Then the wind caught your door as you got up from the seat And we took it as a sign a final sigh of relief Oh I know Somethings must come and go But I was hoping I might find something sure to hold And I know That It’s time for you to go So I’ll just be the boy in Houston waiting for the snow Oh I know Somethings must come and go But I was hoping I might find something sure to hold And I know That It’s time for you to go So I’ll just be the boy in Houston waiting for the snow