cups by the sink
How fickle my heart, how weary my bones
From holding on edges and standing on toes
And counting on fingers the days I don’t think
And wondering where to call home.
How fickle my heart, how clouded my head
From listening loudly to things that aren’t said
And spilling the dreams left in dixie cups by the sink
And blaming you instead.
So there’s you and me
And all of these voices saying how things all should be
So there’s me and you
Why can’t we go back to how we used to be?
How fickle my heart, how heavy my soul
From collecting memories that only I know
And stacking the days on shelves in my head
But forgetting where they go
Where do they go?
Where do they go?
So there’s you and me
And this spinning world that’s moving far too fast to see.
So there’s me and you
Why can’t we go back to how we used to be?
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?