Abe Parker — Slipping Through My Fingers

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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

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