The Waiting Game

Will I see you again?

When can I see you again?

When can I go home, and if I do, will I find you there?

And will you love me again,

Say that you'll love me again

And I'll take root in your heart,

An unwanted guest, but invited in.

It's too painful to exist, I'm too tired to try,

Too earnest to live, too lazy to die.

Too many walls enclosing with every reason to cry,

Too many see-you-laters that were just goodbyes.

So when can I win the waiting game?

How long till the light at the end of the tunnel,

How far should I drive to relieve my pain?

No matter where I go it's always the wrong place to be

And now I ask myself, "When will we all be free?"

Are we over again,

Is this all over again?

I want you back so bad I'll go back into the lion's den,

But do you hate me again,

Say that you hate me again,

Letting go hurts less when you're the one to push me off the edge

Pushing 90 in the fast lane and my brain falls asleep,

Dragging 50 in the right and my heart overheats.

I feel sick to my stomach from the air that I breathe

But it all goes away, when you lie next to me.

So when can I win the waiting game?

How long till the light at the end of the tunnel,

How far should I drive to relieve my pain?

No matter where I go it's the wrong place to be

I lie alone at night - "When will we all be free?"

Will you set me free, oh waiting game?

Please show me the way to the end of the tunnel

And carve out the paths to relieve my pain

Why wherever I go is it always the wrong place to be?

And how I beg you now, when will we all be free?

Will you just let me live, when can we all be free?

I want to follow my heart, I want to be me

I lie awake at night - when will we all be free?