Running Out Of Sounds

I swear that they're coming for you, it's for real
And I might just be the one who's left behind
Ghost of a conversation pantomimes
And the stillness leaves me time to find a rhyme

I'm running out of sounds to let you down
I'm running out of sounds to let you down

No one's a rose in this scenario
And I'm trying to get good at letting go
But I'm losing a tug-of-war to undertow
If we meet down there, at least there's room to grow

I'm running out of sounds to let you down
I'm running out of sounds to let you down