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