Its midnight here
And I can feel it near
The first in a long line
Of those dreaded tears

It’s like a drippy faucet
You wipe it comes back
No matter how tight the pipe
The drip is still ripe

I don’t know why the sudden urge
It’s been countless years
I’ve been holding it back
Safe and secure

But here it comes
One, two, three
Here they come
To cleanse my cheeks