I swear that they're coming for you, it's for real And I might just be the one who's left behind Ghost of a conversation pantomimes And the stillness leaves me time to find a rhyme
I'm running out of sounds to let you down I'm running out of sounds to let you down
No one's a rose in this scenario And I'm trying to get good at letting go But I'm losing a tug-of-war to undertow If we meet down there, at least there's room to grow
I'm running out of sounds to let you down I'm running out of sounds to let you down
