I’m staring down at my palms. The lines I can’t understand. You’re hanging over the edge. Sicker than you planned.
So please waste my time.
I’ll gladly sit here, the night goes by.
Locked outside your door.
Asleep behind both eyes.
I’d love to hear would you had to say. I’d try to act surprised.
So please waste my time. I’ve got nothing more.
Looking back down the street I’ve known.
Pressed against my sheets again, in my parent’s home.
Oh, you know, I’ve come to love the visits but I think I’m on my own. Don’t you love it when you leave? But the leavin’s all I know.
And today we’ll laugh and we’ll joke about the time we almost... Oh but don’t say, I think we’ve got another year.
And I’ll wait until you wait until it’s over.
Choked up into a dream and now we’re here.
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