Wafflehouse
Cinder Block Mountain

overcast a sunday night up on the hill.
we felt the air as we watched the cars not passing by.
it was then i knew it all would be fine.
palm tree lights pass by. travel pass.
lights.
the corner,
my sideline .
so i give it up.
i hope that you get enough.
there`ll still be wind.
but only if we make it.
this will never end.
not even if we fake it.
it`s just my dreams to bleed.
it`s just my line in the sand.
my stare,
to pierce through you.
i knew we would.
i knew it would.
until i get my chance.
i`ll just waste my time.