june eight.

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.