I reach out and grab it
But why can't I have it
Take a photograph
We're dealing in static
I'm stuck at the station
I'm lacking the patience
But I wait around
And I wait around
The skin on the pavement
The lot it was vacant
I had a thought and laughed
I hope that we make it
There's blood on the table
The fall wasn't fatal
Push it down and wear it out
(I wanna let it go)
(I'll fucking let it go)
I wrote it in cursive
I broke it on purpose
It comes to the surface
It's making me nervous
I saw your ghost today
But I didn't get wrapped up in it
The games we used to play
The things we thought we heard
You turn and fade away
And I think I felt the fear again
But I wait around