Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing
biked away my frustration and confusion at two minutes a mile this afternoon.
ran through my head what i could say or could not say on the ride back home
but decided that.
i'm confused.
The Lord knows that this world is cruel
I ain't the Lord, I'm just a fool
and in love with somebody don't make them love you
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool
I sang your songs, I danced your dance
I gave your friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
Maybe you've been through this before
But it's my first time so please ignore
These next few lines because they're directed at you
I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But it's not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I've had enough mystery
Keep building it up
Then shooting me down
But I'm already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Well if I was in your position
I'd put down all my amuntintion
I'd wonder why it had taken me so long
But the lord knows that I'm not you
and if I was I wouldn't be so cruel
cause waitin' on love ain't so easy to do
Must I always be waiting, waiting
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i went to physical therapy. what a bust.
so i went to roundtable's pizzza and hablado con el jefe.
i might get a job by saturday. whoozah.
so later i might go on my roof again, like yesterday, and just play the guitar.
nice. bright. white. night. lights in the sky and from the lampposts.
friends
