Twenty

Should've seen this coming right from the start

It's hard to see you happy when I'm not

Watch you pack up your bedroom I'm glued to the floor

'Cause you're throwing away all the things that were yours

And you say it's just the winter

I'm trying really hard to

Forget about the part you're leaving

But I can't freeze the time or change the seasons

15 stops 'til we make it back to my place

White lines and blurry red signs