The walls always listen, but the people come and go
The nape of your neck surrenders to the passion storm
Gave way under the spotlight of
Receding details written in
Small print form inside the gaze that you gave me when
You'd check in, instead of always checking out
Well, you never seem to notice now
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you
I was burning bridges in the candle next to my bed
In my lack of excuse scent
Repeating lines that youd feed me
So I'd pretend just like your last boyfriend
A better me's approaching; he's tapping on my shoulder now
Well, I never used to have to look
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you
This is just the pattern
Though It never really matters
'Til the cats out of the bag
And now I'm bending over backwards
Just to have what we had as if
I was happy then
As if the reason why I'm trying is the friction not the sickness in my head
Is off my shoulders, spinning 400 an hour,
Calling-coming off the downers
So my problems just devour you