I'm counting the streetlights
It's all I can do
While driving myself crazy
Trying to get to you
Feels wrong at the right times
To reveal my hand
I'm doing the worst I can
To make you understand
Maybe one day you will know
How hard it is for me to
Show my heart
With all the love
Running through my soul
Maybe one day you will know
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The fact that I've been
waiting around like a moron...
hoping that one day you'll actually
feel about me the way I feel about you?
Or the fact that you're so obsessed
with your future...
that you completely forget about everyone
that you're supposed to give a shit about?
I'm not waiting anymore. I'm done.
I may not know exactly what my future
looks like, but I do know one thing.
You're not in it.