My eyes fall on you every time you slowly fall.      I hope we will hurt again,   Face down and out of luck.   On the bathroom tile   I’m sorry babe this might take a while      It’s not too late,    And I always procrastinate.   Sometimes the last minute can be the best.      I can hardly say that my words were based on you,   But I showed up at your door.      My mind draws blank, mouth gets dry,    I try to think but I’m consumed by all these thoughts of you.   The situation ends now.      I know we will come out of things this time around.      Sorry for the pain, even though I can’t explain.