Northwood

I slipped a note under your door The light was calling me The final draft of my thoughts from meeting you that night A terrible joke to distract the awful truth that I don't need And I swear it's not the last time, and I know it's not the first And I used to sing myself to sleep at night dreaming of a better day Until then I'll hide behind the light shinning under your closed door Sliding notes to you with shaking hands When I hear from you I'll be back home and I won't return until I have outgrown the last thing that I left for you Pardon me if I outgrow The night started with a sip from a coffee cup but I haven't heard from you in days Running up through my mind until I get your letter Drive to your house thinking that you were better But you're gone and you can't stay away from The dreams that you made in your hometown But it's gray There's no hope in waiting And I don't need... I won't be back until I have outgrown That last thing that I left for you Pardon me if I outgrow The floorboards shake under my trembling grip Because I'm holding on for this Sliding my plea to you with shaky hands But these pages don't fit under the door anymore and I haven't outgrown a damn thing