I know he can’t be mine
She said
But now he’ll never be yours
If only he’d grow a spine
She said
And just choose one of us
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know he can’t be mine
She said
But now he’ll never be yours
If only he’d grow a spine
She said
And just choose one of us
Is this all there is now
Just sitting here killing time
Waiting for the next one to come along
Getting stoned and drinking wine
You see I’d rather not bother
Wasting all this time and effort
I’d prefer to end it here and now
And all my earthly ties sever
I’ll keep my own counsel
As they say
And I won’t say a word
Until, that is,
He comes to find me
Then I’ll make sure my voice is heard
I really don't care
If I win or lose
Either way around
I just wish you'd choose
Calm your jets
Drink your tea
If love will wait
Then so can we
All
my
life
I’ve
waited
for this
The
feeling
of certainty
That
thunderbolt
kiss
Please
make
sure
you
bury
me
deep
So
I can
finally
get
some
fucking
sleep
This
was
hardly
a fair
fight
And
we
both
know
who
rightfully
won
Yet
I’ll
step
graciously
aside
for
you
As
one
day
the
truth
will
come
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
I
can
only
hope
I’m
worth
the
wait
You
want
me to
express
remorse?Not
until my
revenge
has run
its course
There
must be
a way
to make
you seeYou’re
lying to
yourself
as much
as me
How
much
longer
will this
take?
How
many
choices
must I
make?
Before
I finally
get
what
I want
And you
stop
being
such a
cunt
When
will
it
be
timeFor
you
to
be
mine?
Time
eventually
takes it toll
On our
bodies and
our minds
Should we
take that
daily stroll
Or just
sit on our
behinds?
I cannot
wait foreverI just don’t
have the timeSoon enough
I’ll just move onAnd take what’s
rightfully mine
Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?Is it
ego?Is it
pride?Or is it
because
I need you
to proveThat I’m not
completely
dead
inside?
If I
can’t have
the one
that’s gone
then I’ll
just wait
out here,
alone,
until there
is an end
to this pain
and our
hearts can
beat together
again
Just kill me now, would you?
I can’t be arsed with all this waiting around…
Honestly,
I could wait
for a
thousand years
and it
would still
be too tough.
Honestly,
I could sleep
for a
thousand years
and it
would never
be enough.
Honestly,
I could cry
for a
thousand years
and it
would still
hurt too much.
If I turn on the tap,
it’ll never stop flowing.
If I turn on the rage,
it’ll never stop glowing.
If I turn on my mind,
it’ll never stop knowing.
If I turn on my grief,
it’ll never stop showing.
It will never stop,
this seed I am sewing.