It’s been seventeen years and 5000 cigarettes but that damn elephant wouldn’t get out of the room:by me:)

I want to write a letter but my letters are too close to breathe I wonder if I’ll still be contemplating  these questions when I am twenty three

If I’m still waiting, waiting for a word that I can say without it closing before it speaks

Will I keep writing letters to the  secrets I can’t keep? 

Will you still find the words the ones that ran away before, before when what was simply waiting now runs to reach the shore

Can you keep up with all my withered lines till I am out of breath? 

Will I keep waiting on and on till you can pass your test? 

I want to wait for you but now my legs are giving way

I want to run a thousand miles but now I’m not sure if I can stay

What will you say? 

When I’m not there? 

When I’m not waiting on another day where everything will go your way, I want to cry, but instead you hold my fingers to my eyes so that you won’t realise the crimes that linger after every lie

What will you say?

What will you say, what will you say, what will you say if I can’t reach your every thought but you can’t help it anyway,

What will you say

If you decide that, what I say will mean something to you today

And I know that your still trying

Because i can see the waves of time, and every single dream of mine, leave with every word you rhyme , you try, why try, when you won’t even bat an eye

And we are everything that’s left behind.                  Everything that’s left behind                                       Am I everything that’s, left behind?                        Do I have to be convinient for you?               Do I exist to you when you want me to?