Moving in slow like the smoke from your cigarette Every step closer’s a step that we both will regret Keeping a tally but who can keep track Your over reacting is taking me back to a time Better left alone
Holding on to the phone Holding on this glass Holding on the memory of what didn't last Waiting for better words, they’ll never come So dry your eyes it’s better now it’s done
Keep a tight grip like a child holding on to a swingset Waiting and hoping to find what I can’t figure out yet Please don’t unless something you need Another nightmare instead of a dream Better left alone
