I'm the one waiting.
The other one never waits.
Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late, but I always lose at these games.
Why is everything I like either too expensive, illegal or won't text me back?
I'm the one waiting.
But her heart was heavy, that meant she hit the ground harder when she fell.
Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
Over here didn't seem so lonely from over there.
It haunts me like the things we don't say.
Sometimes I wish I were numb.
Over here didn't seem so lonely from over there.
It haunts me like the things we don't say.
Sometimes I wish I were numb.
The lover's fatal identity is precisely this; I am the one who waits.
