As I'm finding the words, you're getting away
It's a few years too late, since you walked away
Now I'm sweating excuses
This coast is clouding my mind, and I'm out of time
Counting down the days, till I have to leave this familiar place
Staring at these walls that don't seem to care at all
And I'm still trying to get used to not having you around
But I feel like I can hear you in this old piano sound
Stuck in motion again, my head's wrapped around
This idea of us, is lost in the clouds
Like the baggage you left down on terminal one
I hope the best for you, let's hope my best is enough
Now I'm here with a list of things left unsaid
A modern poet with nothing but broken lead
I'd paint a picture, but canvas is hard to find
I hate that you're with him and now I'm out of time