Leave the Window Open {Pretty Toxic (Drip Signature) Remix}

Mm-mm… Mm-mm… Still listening? You don’t do happy. Yes, I know. You wear that sulk like a weatherproof coat. Sun is too loud. Snow picks fights. Still, you left the window cracked last night. Called it an accident. Blamed the frame. Funny how it opens whenever I came. You make indifference sound almost convincing— until my name gets involved and you start overthinking. You don’t want to sound like something soft. So you roll your eyes and laugh it off. Call me annoying. Call me a pain. Just don’t look so pleased when you hear the rain. Leave the window open if you hate the rain. Call me such a drip, then wait to hear me again. Everyone else can have the whole storm. I arrive three taps at a time and somehow keep you warm. Leave the window open. Go on— pretend you forgot. You say you don’t mind it. You mind it a lot. Drip, drip, drip— there I am. Tap, tap, tap— there you stand. Drip, drip, drip— say it again. Such a drip… I said “two seconds.” You counted each one. Forty minutes later, you were still having fun. I finished one eye. You memorized the other. For someone unimpressed, you notice every color. I laugh too early. Ruin every joke. Still, you start another just to hear me lose control. You call that irritation. I call it keeping score. You know every little habit you claim you can’t endure. You don’t use big words. They give you away. So you hide what you mean inside what you say. No storm. No rainbow. Nothing that deep. Then why is my rhythm the one that you keep? Leave the window open if you hate the rain. Call me such a drip, then wait to hear me again. Everyone else can have the whole storm. I arrive three taps at a time and somehow keep you warm. Leave the window open. Go on— pretend you forgot. You say you don’t mind it. You mind it a lot. Tap, tap, tap on the glass. On the glass… Tap, tap— don’t move so fast. Drip, drip— counting each drop. If you want me gone, why haven’t you made it stop? Close it. Go ahead. Lock the latch. Draw the curtain. Stop listening. That’s what I thought. You didn’t get the last of the storm. You kept a piece of it. Gave it a rhythm. Learned all its habits. Waited for it to come back. Then called it mine when no one was listening. I was. Leave the window open. You don’t hate the rain. You call me such a drip so you can say my name again. Everyone else can have the whole storm. I arrive three taps at a time— you’ve known that all along. Leave the window open. No need to pretend you forgot. You say you don’t mind it. You like it a lot. Leave the window open. Let the little rhythm in. You never lost the argument— You just wanted me to win. Drip, drip, drip— there I am. Tap, tap, tap— there you stand. Drip, drip, drip— soft and slow. You could close the window. But we both know you won’t. You already let me in.