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 overreacting is taking me back to a time better left alone.

holding onto the phone, holding onto this glass, holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
waiting for better words, they'll [bad word] 
so dry your eyes, it's better.
now it's done.

keep a tight grip like a child holding onto a swingset.
waiting and hoping to find what i can't figure out yet.
please don't unless this is something to me.
another nightmare instead of a dream.
better left alone.

holding onto the phone, holding onto this glass, holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
waiting for better words, they'll [bad word] 
so dry your eyes, it's better.
now it's done.

i never lost so much.