Leaving Slow

I don't mean to stare so intensely
While I memorize the freckles on your face
I guess that I'm just trying to make a memory
Trying not to let the moment go to waste

I don't want to leave you here
But I still have to go
It breaks my heart to disappear
When I'm leaving, I'll be leaving slow

I hold your hand as if to make an imprint
Of your hand in mine that I could take with me
Or the smell of your hair always camomile and cinnamon
Bottled up in the pocket of my jeans

I don't want to leave you here
But I still have to go
It breaks my heart to disappear
When I'm leaving, I'll be leaving slow
When I'm leaving, I'll be leaving slow
I don't want to leave you here
But I still have to go
It breaks my heart to disappear
When I'm leaving, I'll be leaving slow
When I'm leaving, I'll be leaving slow