Ingrid Michaelson

"Follow your heart", he said.
Your heart will take you there.
"Swallow your pride", he said.
For pride is anything but rare.
So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on
And in the salty sea, I find you're all but gone.
Take my hand, you're treading water
I feel I am slipping away from underneath my toes
Nobody knows
Where is it she goes?
Looked in the bathroom stall
Your back against the wall.