Pocket Full of Sand

You've got a pocket full of sand That you stole from my hourglass You're leaving me a trail to follow But the winds come around And blow my path to you right off the ground My time is left hollow You, you You've got a hand full of glass That's engraving your skin You're holding on tight as you can But no matter how we try There's absolutely nothing you or I Could do to change it back into sand You, you Must I be half for us to be whole Must I be less for you to be more Must I lay myself down For you to walk free You, you Must I drown for you to breathe You, you You've got an eye in the sky And one foot in the grave You're getting dirt everywhere And my broom is wearing thin And with such a mess Where does one begin And why do I care You, you Must I be half for us to be whole Must I be less for you to be more Must I lay myself down For you to walk free You, you Must I drown for you to breathe You, you You've got a way with the door You always want more It seems like you're constantly drawn I can't leave you, I can't leave you And how could I leave you You're already gone