Lover, You Should've Come Over

Rain beats against the window, as if it has decided to add drama to the scene: an empty bed, cold glass, and thoughts that carry you from youth to maturity. Too young to hold on, too old to run away - this is the awkward gap where love and regret get stuck. Every line is like a bargain with the sky: “I'll give everything just to bring back her laughter.” And even as time slips away, hope stubbornly whispers, “It's not too late.”