Last to Know

What can I do, besides move, to prove to you

that things can still be different with much less distance?

Or do you still even care?

If not, it’s unfair to keep me waiting without indicating.

I have been hung up on you

and you’ve been hanging up on me when I call, if you even pick up.

I know I’ve made a mistake.

Promises break, but I am on the rebound, toward bliss or meltdown.

Can you give me a sign?

Am I wasting my time?

Is it over? Am I just the last to know?

I’m going out of my mind ‘cause I can’t decide

if we’re slow or backward or nowhere at all.

I never meant what I said.

And when I did, it was because you deserved it,

but you shouldn’t have heard it.

And now I’m here to repent;

one last attempt I might extract the answers and the status of chances.

Can you give me a sign?

Am I wasting my time?

Is it over? Am I just the last to know?

I’m going out of my mind ‘cause I can’t decide

if we’re slow or backward or nowhere at all.

A sudden breakthrough occurred…

my vision blurred but now that I am thinking,

I think you’ve been hinting.

Your non-existent response constantly taunts me

as the final chapter, with not much after.

Can you give me a sign?

Am I wasting my time?

Is it over? Am I just the last to know?

I’m going out of my mind ‘cause I can’t decide

if we’re slow or backward or nowhere at all.

Can you explain or define?

Am I wasting your time?

Am I closer?

Should I give up on you and go?

Am I way out of line wishing we could rewind and start over?

Are we going nowhere at all?