Last Drip

I’m on my last drip
Feet together, hold my sides up before my head splits
Drawing lines and markers, now I’m feeling with my eyelids
And even to this day I see (her)
I’m on my last drip
He sees me, he’s gaining in close
So deep, mine’s been too keen to know
I guess he fills me up
So far I’ve not looked down
For a single word could save me now
But a smaller chest won’t even make my sound flow out