I slipped a note under your door
The light was calling me
The final draft of my thoughts from meeting you that night
A terrible joke to distract the awful truth that I don't need
And I swear it's not the last time, and I know it's not the first
And I used to sing myself to sleep at night dreaming of a better day
Until then I'll hide behind the light shinning under your closed door
Sliding notes to you with shaking hands
When I hear from you I'll be back home and
I won't return until I have outgrown the last thing that I left for you
Pardon me if I outgrow
The night started with a sip from a coffee cup but
I haven't heard from you in days
Running up through my mind until I get your letter
Drive to your house thinking that you were better
But you're gone and you can't stay away from
The dreams that you made in your hometown
But it's gray
There's no hope in waiting
And I don't need...
I won't be back until I have outgrown
That last thing that I left for you
Pardon me if I outgrow
The floorboards shake under my trembling grip
Because I'm holding on for this
Sliding my plea to you with shaky hands
But these pages don't fit under the door anymore and I haven't outgrown a damn thing