The Wait

You ask me what I’m waiting for and I make up excuses.

Do you expect me to tell you the truth?

Anyway, what the hell does anyone ever wait for? Whatever they goddamn want.

I’m waiting for a feeling.

I’m waiting to feel ready.

I’m waiting for something to end that hasn’t started.

The usual, you know? Just the regular kind of run-of-the-mill waiting-type stuff.

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