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 word 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 sht 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