Drip, drip.
Faucet pains...

A conversation,
gone way wrong...

What are we but liars,
If there's 'ought to block our way...

I've got all this
Paint on my face...

I'm crushed. Crushed,
with all this weight on my chest...

Dropping into what
Seems like nothing...

Hey, boy- watch your girl:
She's got some awful news to tell...

Talk about the field behind your house,
Talk about a sky, filled up with clouds...

You captivate me.
Your gaze makes me audacious...

The soundtrack to
last summer...

You are... A-Okay,
This feeling stains...

Falling behind
as the world moves on...