Drip-Pitch

Pick myself back up and start again
Scratch that, let's tear the wall down too
Throw myself into something new
Scratch that, everything's the same

And I can tell by the way you're shrugging your shoulders
Looking away so our eyes don't meet
You care, you care too much
And I can hear your footsteps matching pitch with the drip of my faucet you promised You'd fix and then forgot

Well, life doesn't stop
It turns us around
Shoves us deep inside the ground
It stuffs our faces full of cake and calls us fat
Tear the training wheels away, we didn't need them yesterday
And when we fall it's fine it's okay
The water's gray

Pick myself back up and start again
Scratch that, there's too much guilt in my heart
Throw myself into something new
Scratch that, my sweaters are holding me back

And I can tell by the way you're shrugging your shoulders
Looking away so our eyes don't meet
You care, you care too much
And I can hear your footsteps matching pitch with the drip of my faucet
You said you would fix and then forgot
And I know by the way that you're holding my hand and how distant you are
From where you stand next to me
We're never fixing that stupid sink

Well, life doesn't stop
It comes at us fast
We're naive to think that anything lasts
It chases after us shouting, "run bitch run"
Snatch the baseball tee away, we didn't need it yesterday
When I hit your pitch and your footsteps match and the drip of my faucet is what I catch