Dry

Where's the old tree with the swing that your dad tied up?

Or the dog that kept you warm when you were cold

The trees here just don't look the same

As the walk home every day after school

And my crushes were no more than projections

From the books and the manga I read at home

And I was crushed when you started drinking

Because it made me feel a little more alone

Take your time, take your time

Take your time and I'll be sure to take mine