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