Dry

Walking on a cloud of uncertainty I was something else Tissues and one hand on my mouse Waiting for my mom to FaceTime But then my Wi-Fi cut out Thinking bout the bad days And the easy ones I still feel guilty about Oh, this cabin fever ain't the same As when I lived alone Put my hands On someone's other line Hear my voice Like it was the first time My tear just dropped My skin is dry Another innocent drive Mysterious time Another innocent drive Mysterious time My innocеnce dried My innocencе dried My innocence dried My innocence dried My innocence dried My innocence dried My innocence dried My innocence dried