Another midnight drown the drain again.
Perhaps another night that I'm just truly dying in.
Maybe just dying to
Call you on the phone
Tell you that I love you.
Or maybe just waste away.
I'll walk a thin line. Maybe it's better that way
Get past the red tape. Taking precautions was never my thing.
Maybe I'm just too cautious to
Spill how I feel right to your face.
I hope you can sense it in your bones.
Before I waste away.
Someday I won't be a coward and I'll call you.
Drip words the phone so elegant and sweet.
You'll finally understand all of my being
It belongs to the two of you, and I don't.
I just don't want to waste away.
Call it another midnight down the drain.