Pave these streets with open arms.

It's always you we have waited on.

The skin. the taste. the drug. the need.

I am asking, telling, you "don't leave."

Erase the lines that we have drawn.

It's always you we have waited on

And waitedon, and waited on and on and on and on and on.



These are our words that fill these mouths.

But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out.

These palms and frames that we tear through.

To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you.



Wait. wait. wait.

I don't want to see.

Wait. wait. wait.

I am not the person anyone would want to be.



The perfeect shoes with the matching clothes

It is the lie we are always told.

But nothing masks the shallow touch.

Like saying words that cost so much

While you're an addict to the need.

To find yourself a way to breathe.

The sex. the purge. the vein. the look.

To replace feelings that we've took.



These are our words that fill these mouths.

But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out.

These palms and frames that we tear through.

To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you.



Perfection, it's perfection

But never quite enough

And never could disguise

The drugs to make it stay

The wanting in your eyes

The money that you spent

But you are still an accident



We are more than words that fill our mouths

Drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need



These are our words that fill these mouths.

But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out.

These palms and frames that we tear through.

To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you.



Wait. wait. wait.

I don't want to see.

Wait. wait. wait.

I am not the person anyone would want to be.

Waiting here until you leave