Pocky in hand, she leaves Sue B. in the later evening
Bound for a library where she'll study all night through
I watch her go while I stave off another yawn and
Then I have to brush my teeth for bed
The feeling that we would be closer friends now
If only our sleep cycles were synched up
I'm glad whenever our paths cross on campus, we're very busy girls
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I'll try to capture every minute, the feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really know what's passed me by?
Each time I leave her without showing my love, unknowing
She's slipping through my fingers all the time.
Half way through school, she and I both agree that we are
Unsatisfied with the friendships we have made
Then when she's gone I don't commit to investing in ours
And I sense my love is limited
What happened to those wonderful friendships?
The ones we once dreamed that we would find
Some aspects we did have, but most we didn't
And why, I think I know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I'll try to capture every minute, the feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really know what's passed me by?
Each time I leave her without showing my love, unknowing
She's slipping through my fingers all the time.
Sometimes I wish that I could grow devotion
And live it out effortlessly toward her
Slipping through my fingers
Pocky in hand she leaves Burton in the later evening
And I run outside to join her for a while
