Sand in Pockets

I saw the water dripping from your head
It was a slow leak
like the faucet where I washed my hands
of this entire situation
Left your tired body shaking
against floorboards in the kitchen

But there's still sand
in your otherwise empty pockets
When you haven't been
to the beach in months

I saw glimpses of a lantern
hanging just inside your chest
but I couldn't tell if it was lit
I've seen pictures of you as a kid
lit from within
The light glowing right through
your paper skin
but your surfaces have thickened

But there's still sand
in your otherwise empty pockets
Remember when our heads were
buried underneath?

I'm always staring when your crying
'Cause when things get too tough
I tend to quit
It's just something I've learned to live with
I'll tell you I tried
but I didn't

We left our heads on our pillow cases
I traced the lines of your face
but I couldn't tell the difference between
dream maps and crow's feet