So the airs getting colder and the news keeps us scared

You’re brought back but you’re running
I fell asleep at the incline
I can’t shake this little feeling
I’ll never get anything right

Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say, “I don’t mind you under my skin.
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in”
Well when we were made we were set apart
But life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming in