Waiting 4
[Verse 1]
I’m waiting for, you to come home
I’m waiting for you to pick up the phone
I’m worried that, I’m here all alone
Years and years of a cold dial tone

I'm waiting for, another way out of a
House that's cluttered with confusion and doubt
I fried my brain, while hanging on doors and
I scrambled up, my feet and the floor

[Chorus]
What is the point in making me cry?
Where do I go when I have to die?
When I am alone all day
I tend to fall apart

[Post-Chorus]
Without direction
I find myself with nothing better to do
Than wait for you
[Verse 2]
I’m waiting for, a way to kill time
All of my life I’ve been looking for mine
A piece of paper, filled with weird lines
Made by me is a very clear sign

Beyond my doubt is a vain of hope
Behind that vain is a way to cope
With the world outside my lyrics and lies
'Cause fuck, I just need a reason to die

[Chorus]
What is the point in making me cry?
Where do I go when I have to die?
When I am alone all day
I tend to fall apart

[Bridge]
I find myself debating
What mistakes decided my fate
I feel dependent as of late
But being alone, feels the same
It feels exactly the same