Don’t Come Surfing

You're sorry you didn't show your face
I miss how I haven't seen you in days, or weeks
And we were waiting outside your parents house
Didn't feel the cold
Your arms were slipped into the back of my pockets
We were only 16 years old

And I'm sorry that I don't come surfing anymore
And I'm sorry, hope you won't get washed up on the shore

I'm sorry I didn't go to school
Did you miss me, even though I was a fool for you
And I was waiting outside your gates again
Didn't feel the pain
Your arms were tighter then the sleeves of my jumper
We were gutted and covered in rain