The Weather Outside Is Weather

I haven’t laid awake to listen like that in about four years.
And if you can’t hear my heart beat from here
how could you eight hundred miles away?
Don’t tell me that you’re crazy;
I know you’re numb to everything.
And I thought this state was cold.
It’s never been my fault, always my price to pay.
Then you said, “Could you stay up here forever?”
but how could I know forever ended with the week?
It’s never been my fault, always my price to pay.
It’s never been my fault.
And maybe if I’m lucky this cold will stop my breathing
and keep my heart from beating.
Because this has lead me nowhere, nowhere but pain.