I trace the lines that run down your face.
Pouring you in, into disgrace.
I'll sit back as you leave like this,
I get pulled into things I miss.

I am here trying to explain,
It's been so long I can't complain
About the things you said you'd hate,
I don't prefer it, but I can't wait.

No rest for the weary,
No sleep for the tired and distressed.
I guess, there's too much to doubt.
And there's too much to hate,
There's so much, I can't wait.

And I'll wait, I'm still in love like this.
And I guess, it's impossible to miss.
Like the back of my neck
I'm feelin the strain
of living without,
inside of hate.

Will you wait for me?
Or will you call my name?