wait for us
we come content in the back of the bus
guilty of the time you spend serving
there's someone left to give you up
but you're not
laboring the thought of something incomplete
no one lives exception to this passing grief
unstable in your voice agrees
pleading to me
you can't lie to me
honestly to me
i will eat your words every tenth you got
just numb
there's always someone here for more
i always listen to act sense wasting time
while time is wasting you
and i never left i just shut up
still i can hear it from your mouth
counting seconds
with a grain of hope unto thirst
julie
you will eat your words and your verbs and you will fast disappear
