wait for us we come content in the back of the bus guilty of the time you spend serving there's someone left to give you up but you're not laboring the thought of something incomplete no one lives exception to this passing grief unstable in your voice agrees pleading to me you can't lie to me honestly to me i will eat your words every tenth you got just numb there's always someone here for more i always listen to act sense wasting time while time is wasting you and i never left i just shut up still i can hear it from your mouth counting seconds with a grain of hope unto thirst julie you will eat your words and your verbs and you will fast disappear