Lyrics:

[Paul Marc Rousseau]

You're killing me, kid
But I know you're not trying to
It's just that I've crossed out
More than I wrote down for you

And now I'm trying to play it off
Like, 'Oh, I wasn't trying that hard'
But what I'm trying to say
Is I was trying to say that you should come home

I know it seems crazy
But the weather changed as soon as you left
And even wearing a coat now
I think it's too cold to sit in front of Holy Oak

But I guess you'll be here soon so you can see for yourself
I just thought that you should know
If this is what happens when you go
Maybe next time don't...