Текст песни Slipping Through My Fingers - Abe Parker

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