Popcorn

I can laugh or I can linger

As the time slips through my fingers

Waiting by the telephone

For a call I know won’t come

Tired, sick, and getting older

Lost the chip that’s on my shoulder

Wasted when it’s time to go

I can’t tell or I don’t know

Take your time, wait in the grocery line

I never comb my hair, you can’t take me anywhere

And I always fall asleep, when there’s a place to be

Another endless day of anxiety

Working hard or hardly trying

Blur the line till you can’t find it

Taking time to figure out

Who and what you need right now

Always late, but getting better

Letting go of what don’t matter

Holding close to ones you love

Lend your ear and listen up