Etch​-​a​-​sketch

Whatchya doing outside standing in the rain?
Don't you know you're gonna catch a cold?
Telling me to please, telling me to stay
Hate to say it dear, but I've got to go away

Well we can take it and we can shake it
and we can see that everything's a lie while we search for the truth, but in the end we can't pretend it didn't suck away all our youth.

I know you, you know me
there isn't a day I don't think about how it could have gone differently