hello girl, good morning.
i’ve been waiting for this time-
a long, long time.
i’ve missed chances-
i know that.
you never give me time, to let them leave my mind.
we’re both asking questions silently
using staring eyes and whispered words
and then i can’t believe you’re asking me-
and my one excuse is maybe-
maybe 'cause i’m waiting for something,
and I want you to be that someone,
that someday.
maybe 'cause i’m waiting for something,
and I want you to be that someone,
that someday.
it hurts to wait-
it’s a day that’s always too far away.
sitting on that curb, hours from leaving.
i look disgusting and-
you’re putting the skies to shame.
pressing my head against yours
i’m hoping,
that you’ll know what I’m feeling-
and you’ll feel the same.
and maybe i’m waiting for something
and I want you to be that someone,
that someday.
maybe i am waiting for something
and I want you to be that someone,
that someday.
i’ll take my time- until you are genuinely mine.
6 comments:
there you go, people- a song.
lyrically. i applaud. you are as always a craftsman.
in a completely alternate reality.
you know already.
i dont know how to say it. i'm a bird that can't figure what these feathered arms are. the words are weak. so am i.
keep being strong.
i wrote.
really wrote.
its strange and unme.
but maybe good.
care to read?
i am proud.
and hannah wrote.
and it is her.
a strange un-her that is her.
and i applaud you.
good sir.
if it had music to it, i would own this song.
that pretty much sums up how much i like it.
the end.
note(s) to self:
write more songs. also, remember that "rock" is mint.
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