Two days, three nights.

They go about this in an old fashioned way.
Saying they had their reasons,using time to ignore each others names.

Watching from the outside, I see a storm about to rise.

Straight pale faces, hearts turned into fists.
Forgetting the past smiles, now facing crookered lips.

We remember what it used to be, and what's now.

Comparing the two makes wishes seem true.

Im sick of this fighting, the screaming in my insides.

The days we shared together, means more to me then it does to you.

Ill turn the fuck around, make my grey skies turn to blue.

and when im laying there, im hoping you'll feel half of what I felt for you.