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
