I am red in tooth and claw 
God’s favorite child, bloodied from the brawl 
This bitterness was killing me all along 
I am not waiting anymore 
I am not waiting anymore

Blowing through time like nickel slots 
In a windowless room, on a credit card: flash it like a semaphore
A vague, drafty metaphor
I am not waiting anymore

I’ve been a keen eyed observer of the movements of concentric parts 
Of bodies of bones and breasts and unmapped chambers of hearts

Sand in hand has turned to glass 
A Jeroboam filled with a life that’s passed 
Toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash 
I am not waiting anymore

I spent eight long years working on my screenplay 
It’s a teen movie with young actresses that plays to the middle aged

I have read between the lines 
I have been wrong every time 
It burned up on the alter, but I am fine 
I am not waiting anymore 
I am not waiting anymore 
I am not waiting anymore