Door
I won’t always see it coming
Would you hold the door or just pass me by
I won’t ever be the one running on time
So quick to make up my mind

You will always keep me guessing
I can’t predict your senses I don’t even know mine
I won’t ever be waiting patiently in line
You had your chance I had mine

I woke from a dream that felt hopeless
Where I got up every morning laid back down each night
I would break my tongue if I could say what’s on my mind
You just get tired of trying