So your conscience finally hit you and you’re feeling guilty... & you’re wishing I was there. So you wanna say you’re sorry? Well, please forgive me if I’m too gone to care. You can take back your goodbyes, wipe off those sad eyes ‘cause I’ve got some tears of my own. The weather man says it’s gonna rain tonight; the kind of storm where the basement floods and you lose the lights. Should have thought of that before ‘cause I’m not your blue sky anymore. So you heard the pitter-patter of a lost heart beating and you learned what it was for. So you made a list of shoulders that you’d be needing. Well, mine aren’t yours anymore. Come on show me your temper. Be the man I remember so I won’t forget what you’ve done. The weather man says it’s gonna rain tonight; the kind of storm where the basement floods and you lose the lights. Should have thought of that before ‘cause I’m not your blue sky anymore. Don’t wanna be that blue sky, I’m not your blue sky anymore.
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