Dripping

Dripping down the sink drain

There is nothing of you left

My head on your shoulder

You look older but not grown yet

And I'm waiting for the first sign that I see

Why is everyone looking at me?

I've been going backwards

Does your neck hurt as much as mine?

You were looking so slow

Out the window you were mine

And I know that I always make up my mind

So why does it feel different this time?

So when did everyone else lose their nerve?

I'm sick of always missing what you heard

So when did everyone else lose their nerve?

I'm sick of always missing what you heard

Packing up your suitcase

There is nothing of you left