i used to be fine with the running of the water
i used to dream.
now i lay with my mouth dry
trying to figure out what i
haven't done wrong.
i used to fall asleep without guilt.
but i'm guilty for a crime i didn't commit.
it's the empathy
not even with your heartbeat i feel at ease
because i never know
how well i am doing
if it's the last time
or the first time
who's about to send the next goodbye