Stirring some feelings up ice tea
what's the matter
dusting me off the kitchen sink
i'm the powder

i should have known
high only low
keep me in tow
nothing to show

rinsing the glass that holds me in
like a flower
set upside down to dry i sit
another hour

i should have known
high only low
keep me in tow
nothing to show
room is so cold
quiet as snow
finally alone
i'll never go"