Last Drip - Jamie Isaac

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