Wait, for something to feel right again
And you wait, in my backseat still creeping in
And you said, "How could you be so insecure about the little things"?
The broken glass on the sidewalks' reflecting how things used to be
But you're gone
And how does it look when I'm still holding on?
So will you stay? Even when you're mad at me?
And will you wait? Even when you're drunk and want to leave?
And I know, I'm not as stable as you'd like for me to be
I know, I'm not as faithful as you'd like for me to be
Set in stone, took 95 the whole way home
You felt so cold, your coffee table filled with poems
And you said, "How could you spend so much time wrestling past tragedies"?
I've been through shit that no one knows, that you'd never get out of me
Don't say nothing, just say something
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