The teacup said, “Don’t drink too fast,” “The future hides in every glass.” The spoon just swirled, without a sound, While dreams dissolved and spun around.
What else can I say, that’ll make you stay That'll keep you from leaving again. Now I put down my pen, cause it feels like I’ve said everything there is to say,
Yet I can still feel you slipping away.
I guess if you truly love someone you’ll let them go