My eyes fall on you every time you slowly fall

I hope we will hurt again,
Face down and out of luck
Never spoke of this before / on the bathroom tile
I'm sorry babe this might take a while

It's not too late,
And I always procrastinate
Sometimes the last minute can be the best

I can hardly say that my words were based on you,
But I showed up at your door

My mind draws blank, mouth gets dry,
I try to think but I'm consumed by all these thoughts of you
The situation ends now

I know we will come out of things this time around

Sorry for the pain, even though I can't explain