Drops Falling

[narrator]

Please, don’t talk to me
Just talk to me
Don’t ask me
Cuz that’s all I want you to do

The breeze through the cold waiting bored beside the tree
Two days of rain and sitting, soaking down—my dream
If you had said, or if you had done, anything
I know I would have only hear that, nothing

She froze, because I spoke
It fell and whispers too quiet
I choked
Despite it

Please, it’s getting to be a trend this way
Just yell at me
Don’t talk to me
Cuz I know you’re not ready today

Remain to cross my fingers
I don’t wait enough
Refrain from a loss that lingers
I don’t take enough

I just, I wish, I can’t
But I know, you know
I do, I don’t, I can’t