Abe Parker - Slipping Through My Fingers lyrics
[Abe Parker - Slipping Through My Fingers lyrics]
I missed the turn on the street
Where you lived and now I'm crying here in the car
I know these houses and yards like the back of my hand so
Why do I feel so lost?
You're slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time
I wanna scream but I don't
I just sit here watching school busses stop at the light
I wish I left this city in my memory
Why did I come back, what did I think I'd see?
Trapped inside a picture I don't wanna be
Was this ever mine?
You're slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time
Flowers in the cracks in the sidewalk
Leading to a rock in the ground with your name
Say a couple words but I can't hear myself talk
Someone small in the grave
Yeah, I think this is a mistake
I don't wanna think of you this way
I can feel my memories melting
Like someone's pouring gasoline on a birthday cake
Who's living in my old bedroom?
Who's got locker number 142?
Why does it feel like I'm getting run through?
Every time I come through, everything we did
Does it even matter, was it even real?
Did it even happen?
Tell me why it feels like I'm stuck in a bad dream
Tell me it's a bad dream
You're slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time
Where you lived and now I'm crying here in the car
I know these houses and yards like the back of my hand so
Why do I feel so lost?
You're slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time
I wanna scream but I don't
I just sit here watching school busses stop at the light
I wish I left this city in my memory
Why did I come back, what did I think I'd see?
Trapped inside a picture I don't wanna be
Was this ever mine?
You're slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time
Flowers in the cracks in the sidewalk
Leading to a rock in the ground with your name
Say a couple words but I can't hear myself talk
Someone small in the grave
Yeah, I think this is a mistake
I don't wanna think of you this way
I can feel my memories melting
Like someone's pouring gasoline on a birthday cake
Who's living in my old bedroom?
Who's got locker number 142?
Why does it feel like I'm getting run through?
Every time I come through, everything we did
Does it even matter, was it even real?
Did it even happen?
Tell me why it feels like I'm stuck in a bad dream
Tell me it's a bad dream
You're slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time