I dry up.
I go stale.
A little here,
a little there.

A little *******.
A little bare.
Like they never saw it coming.
On your feet like one too many.

Oh I feel like I've failed.
I lost my pints and quarts.
I wind down.
I fizzle out.

A little here,
a little there.
A little sound.
A little cheer.

Things I didn't want to say.
I don't think I could have said it
quite any other way.
I don't think I could regret it

as well as I can today.
I fade away.
I wash out.
A little here,

A little there.
A little scared.
A little tossed out.
I am so unprepared.