i'm trying my best not to expect her to start drawing figure eights on my back. so i'm trying my best, cause it's best, but my mind always wanders to you
your voice still lingers drew constellations with your tiny fingers your voice still lingers just far more quietly now (take your tiny hands and lay them on me)
but i know my best is only second best you're making promises and taking them back you got time, no time for me I'm trying hard to stay on my feet
days are long trying hard holding on to the better part
days are long trying hard not holding on to the bitter part