Lyrics The Forecast

The Forecast

One Hundred Percent

giving in to the comforts of an empty room

i'm so afraid of losing all the faith i have in you

starlight will guide us home under the dark sky

so wait for me

i confess as soon as we met

i gave you my best one hundred percent of me

smoke is rising faster and we'll fall behind

wait this out with me

slowly crawling back to what we left behind

waiting now we're wasted

and in my head i feel undressed

i'm hanging by a thread

locked down shut out and your smile's

just throwing fuel on the fire