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Alkaline Trio

While You're Waiting

 

While You're Waiting

(album: Alkaline Trio/Hot Water Music - 2002)


There's a hope in my head
That's been cut and bleed
Dry as your bloodshot eyes
And there's smoke in the air
And it's soon to clear
Revealing our demise
There are some who say
That it's a-okay
If it makes you feel all right
It's just way too bad
Now you're worse than sad
All locked up there in side

And I don't know how you feel
But I'll make you a deal
If you'll make it out alive
My shoulders and ears
Are all yours my dear
I Hope it comes as no surprise
You've been known to say
That you're a-okay
When you're feeling sick inside
I just want you to know
I got no place to go
Until the day you die

While you're waiting
Be thankful for your fingers
I'll be fading
With the colors of your pictures
'I'm not crying wolf,' you whisper,
'I'm really dead this time...
I'm really dead this time'

There's a hope in my head
That's been cut and bleed
Dry as your bloodshot eyes
And there's smoke in the air
And it's soon to clear
Revealing our demise
You've been known to say
That you're a-okay
When you're feeling dead inside
I just want you to know
I got no place to go
Until the day you die

While you're waiting,
Be thankful for your fingers,
I'll be fading
With the colors of your pictures
'I'm not crying wolf,' you whisper,
'I'm really dead this time...
I'm really dead this time'

They locked you up
They threw away the key
Sutured your mouth shut
Murdered your family
Right before your eyes
What could you do?
Right before your eyes
They took it all from you

Your contemplating
You hanging from your ceiling
Can't help hating
You for having that feeling
I'm not joking when I tell you
I'd miss you all the time
I already miss you all the time

Fatto

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