wait for us we come content in the back of the bus 

guilty of the time you spend serving 

there's someone left to give you up 

but you're not laboring the thought of something incomplete 

no one lives exception to this passing grief 

unstable in your voice agrees pleading to me 

you can't lie to me honestly to me 

i will eat your words every tenth you got 

just numb there's always someone here for more 

i always listen to, act sense wasting time 

while time is wasting you 

and i never left i just shut up still 

i can hear it from your mouth counting seconds 

with a grain of hope unto thirst julie 

you will eat your words and your verbs and you will fast disappear