wait here
believe it
whistle as she passes by
sorrow it's a useless try
but maybe
this time will be different
collide and
attract then reject
this is all such a mess
i lose my self...
when you're not here
it's just not the same
time seems so slow
it's just not the same
simple disaster
unless this is a rubber room
lungs that always breathe too soon
a boy that's too sure that
his life isn't true and
he's gasping
and asking
for some sort of meaning
