Let’s make a list
Of all the times I let you down
Of all the sunsets that you didn’t see

Let’s make a list
Of every word you didn’t say
While life kept getting in the way for me

I want to drop this luggage at the gate
Catch a plane and never wait
But bad weather's coming in
I want to find a road up in the hills
Thats runs past frosted windowsills
But Bad weather's coming in
Can you feel it too

Let me in, spit me out
If you choose
Feel my weight, in your arms
Balanced on your shoes
I’d throw it all away again for you

Let’s make a plan
To run away next time we meet
And make believe that we’re not 21
Let’s make a plan
To have a cat and then a kid
And fight while we make up the crib
But never miss the sun

I want to drop this luggage at the gate
Catch a plane and never wait
But bad weathers' coming in
I want to put the past where it belongs
Among the flowers and the throngs
Of the trees and in the wind
Can you feel it too

You and me and all we’ve seen
And every quiet night, I'm saying
You and me and city streets
Washed in purple light
I'm trying to tell you, my dear
In simple words or none
My list, my plan, was never made for one