Under your Feet

Have you thought what it might take?
Can you recognize the straw that made it break?
Wear your heart upon my sleeve,
wear my heart under your feet.
Drink myself a drunk, social.
You know I aim to please, or not at all.
Like waiting up for your call,
I’m setting myself up for the fall.
And I can’t help but to think,
that it all just makes me sick.
Had no idea that you’d leave.
The only one I kid I guess was me.
Here I thought that you might stay.
Can I keep you for just one more day?
And I can’t help but to think,
that you drove it to this.
And i can’t help but think,
that i’m starting to sink.