Little kids make cups out of water,
And cut with plastic scissors...
Remember the rain,
How I fussed with my hair...
I still dream about you,
I confess...
The wave crashes down her eye,
An inner tidal wave...
As I stumble away from the life I used to know,
Broken and bleeding...
Faintly, there's a feeling
A seed yet to grow...
I was trying to laugh,
But kept on choking on the tears...
The days grow cold, dark, and short
They merge like clouds in the sky...
Funny how a friend can ask for more,
There's a smile in his eye...
I have a debt...
And you see...
I see you,
And you have everything...
She's got black mascara,
Cover-up to cover all...