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?

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 from here?