Tiny Moving Parts - John P.

We're slowly losing touch
Grasp my hands a little tighter
And I'll quit being afraid
I'm still a boy at heart

And the fact that you're running away is unbearable
In so many aspects of companionship
We speak our own language that no one understands

When I was 17 I first fell in love
And I'm not scared to admit this
It took me years to understand
What it meant to have a heart and have a friend
We see our own vision that no one understands

Truth is I cared too much
I tested my luck
The feeling is forever strong
I need to finalize a plan to make me happy once again

Don't let me row this boat by myself
Send me signals of a happily ever after
The same process if happening again
Don't let me row this boat
I'm sure I'll awake from this same dream again
My blue eyes drenched in tears

One day we'll crack a Coca-Cola in our parents' basement
We'll laugh about the past while life itself has already left