winter coat

you looked a little spaced out yesterday, i offered you a hand but you had nothing to say, am i a ghost to you, cause i'm thinking, maybe it'd be best for me to stay away, and as you made your way to the front door, you left your winter coat that your mum bought, you closed the door slow in time for you to speak: "i think it'd be best for me to just leave", then you ran out so fast i didn't have time to grab a mac, the car and all the driver's stuff was soaking wet by the time you passed, i called your name into the rain but all the people look the same, in every man i saw your face and my sight begins to fade, and my hands they start to shake as i'm standing in your place, your winter coat is still at mine i don't have time to run away, to bring it back to keep you warm you're already lost in your own storm, and it's all my fault