Dried Glue by Emily Stephens
Your hands
Your lips
Your fingertips
These things keep me shackled to you
But I’m scared this glue
That keeps us together
Will dry up and crack
Like worn-out leather
Then your feelings will change
But mine will remain
And all that’s left is dried glue
And leftover memories of you
Your lips
Your fingertips
These things keep me shackled to you
But I’m scared this glue
That keeps us together
Will dry up and crack
Like worn-out leather
Then your feelings will change
But mine will remain
And all that’s left is dried glue
And leftover memories of you