I trace the rain drops down to my windowsill
Waiting for you while I sit still
Working on forgetting you by taking a pill
The only thing I cannot kill
I chase your footprints down the hill
Yeah man you really know how to chill
I see you smoking Dunhill
All the hurt I pour in me with a drill
But my aches to you are nil
The spaces between my fingers I want you to fill
I am too afraid to ask that you will?
Surely in breaking my heart you got a skill.