I am waiting on your sofa
I cannot go home
Are we holding hostages ourselves
From our good health
You're skipping
Broken record skipping
Won't let go
I'm pulling gravel from your knees
Don't you bite the hand you bleed on
What you saw when you looked through the veil
Was just a lonely little boy
Plucked from the jaws of infinity
As I get older
I talk more and more about the weather
You get older, you scale back to one
For your good health
I'm sitting on your sofa
I cannot go home
Not aging on the same timeline
Not gazing with the same wide eyes
Not jaded
I don't hate it
I'm just waiting