forever and some

sounds more than perfect. well, it's not going to happen. you think you can sit around, and watch the cloud pass through the sky. you think he's going to call? you think he's going to make it to where you can see him? are you fucking stupid?

if he wants to see you, call you, date you. he's going to make it happen. he will try his hardest.

but, if he doesn't get around to it, you have to loosen your knots and let go. you've been holding on too tightly. he isn't worth the wait. you've waited this long, and you're stuck in the same spot.

yeah, seems like it's never going to happen for you. maybe it will. maybe it won't. but, apparently you're not meant to be w/ him. it's not your fault. it's his choice. he can't see what's right infront of him. what's been sitting here for so long waiting for him to stop by, pick up your pieces and put this puzzle together.

there's someone out there. you don't have to go out there and look for him. he'll find you. don't sit around waiting. he'll come. you'll see.

waited till i saw the sun

from above you don't realize how deep the ditch is. once you're in, there's no getting out by yourself. intoxication leads you to believe you just have to get that card. what you don't know is that the Northbound train is chugging down the tracks at full speed. you think you can pull yourself when you notice the two bright headlights coming your way. what you don't realize is that your best friend who may leave you bruises after wrestling, mostly because you're anemic, isn't as strong as you'd hope for him to be. the train's at your side now, and you see a young black male running your way. your not so formal attire delays you of reaching the surface quicker then you'd like. but, the two pull you up and drag you across the dirty Brickell metrorail floor. and, at that moment a strong gust of wind blows past you. not any ordinary wind, just the wind from the train speeding past you.