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.