Can you save me from drowning?
With those heavy hands
made of glass...
Yes, I saw you go down,
saw your fingers as they cracked.
No I never asked you,
asked you to take it all back.
But, as the water fills my lungs, love,
I wish the chance,
it had not passed.
There's no light in your decision,
no peace in your dark task.
You'd rather collect
the shards of anger,
then give me my life back.
So float among the debris,
with the drift wood and the leaves,
I'll be waiting at the bottom
among the sand banks and sea weed.
Can't you just try once,
reach out your heavy hands.
I'm sure it will do nothing,
but at least I'll have a chance.
No, nothing to do.
I swam a few strokes toward you,
but the water,
it ran through.
So, I'll just sink ever slowly,
while you look the other way.
I guess if I'd have moved on,
maybe,
then we'd be okay.
maybe,
yes,
someday.
