Remembering Sunday - All Time Low

I'm not coming back

(Forgive me)

I've done something so terrible

I'm terrified to speak

(I'm not calling, I'm not calling)

But you'd expect that from me

I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt

(You're driving me crazy)

Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind

Keeping an eye on the world

From so many thousands of feet off the ground

I'm over you now

I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head