An empty hotel room    Aren't you happy that you left it?    Or maybe I'm just so sick    Of how I fit this suitcase life    Inside the overhead compartment       Turbulance shakes my hand as I introduce myself    But I think we've met before    A key for every moment in my heart    That's wrapped in black and white    For every drunken summer night       These are just words you can read    Because you know we'll never speak again    Not with this life you've started living in       I'm just another beat inside a song    I'm just the storm that rained too long    You've got us drowning in our bad luck    Maybe it's time I walk away    What's a month mean anyway    When I'm still lost inside the summer?    I could never stand the fall    Sweatshirts and Christmas    I need short skirts and kisses