Rocks Lyrics

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