But...
(...if i move my place in line I'll lose. And I have waited: the anticipation has me glued. Sometimes it seems I don't have the skills to recollect the twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers back to friends. I'm thinking I should take that volume back off of the shelf and crack its weary spine and read to help remind myself.
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar results.
I am waiting for another repeat.
A steady diet fed by crippling defeat.
I am waiting for a sense of relief.
I am waiting for you to flee the scene.
As if in your hand you held a smoking gun and at your feet there lay the one you said you loved. And it's strange how things are basically the same so I don't ask names anymore.)
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar results.
I am waiting for another repeat.
A steady diet fed by crippling defeat.
I am waiting for a sense of relief.
I am waiting for you to flee the scene.
As if in your hand you held a smoking gun and at your feet there lay the one you said you loved. And it's strange how things are basically the same so I don't ask names anymore.)