An empty hotel roomnAren't you happy that you left it?nOr maybe I'm just so sicknOf how I fit this suitcase lifenInside the overhead compartmentnnTurbulance shakes my hand as I introduce myselfnBut I think we've met beforenA key for every moment in my heartnThat's wrapped in black and whitenFor every drunken summer nightnnThese are just words you can readnBecause you know we'll never speak againnNot with this life you've started living innnI'm just another beat inside a songnI'm just the storm that rained too longnYou've got us drowning in our bad lucknMaybe it's time I walk awaynWhat's a month mean anywaynWhen I'm still lost inside the summer?nI could never stand the fallnSweatshirts and ChristmasnI need short skirts and kisses