Streaks of rain run down the bus window

My hair is drenched and my clothes are soaked

In my hands is my phone

Ringing, ringing, ringing

But I don't want to answer

All she is going to say is come home

I am never going back

Streaks of tears run down my cheeks

I can taste the salt against my lips

My eyes are swelled and red

I want to stop

But I can't

The tears just keep coming and coming

Maybe I should answer it

Tell her I love her

No, I can't

Streaks of rain run down the bus window

Blurred cars pass by

I pick up the phone

I hear her voice and the tears pour down

I'm sorry, I say

I want to come home

I get off at the next bus stop

Streaks of tears run down my cheeks

The rain has stopped 

I can feel her warm embrace against me

The tears stop

We sit in silence all the way back home

I'm sorry, I say again