And I'm wondering if I'm ever gonna stop
feeling bad about this. Nothing goes away,
but nothing stays and it's always you I miss.
Remembering the first time that I came to your house,
I looked through your records.
That was how I used to think you found who you loved:
you looked through his records.
And now I smell the ocean. I think of things much bigger
And I'm wondering if I'm ever gonna stop
feeling bad about this. Nothing goes away,
but nothing stays and it's always you I miss.
My jeans are sticking to me and the wind's kicking up.
I lost my umbrella. I'm almost at my block and I imagine my bed.
Oh, how I want to be there!
But I don't want to be there.
Things'll just start all over.