I forget who I'm waiting for,
On the faded concrete,
As per usual I'm looking to the sky,
Maybe I'll see the sign I've been waiting for,
We've all waited for.

I'm no saint but I need your halo,
I may curse you but please speak unto me,
I beg of you to breath onto my skin,
My empty bones need flames.

Wandering isles of convenience stores,
Looking for a sign from the place where I reign,
Stole another bag of suicide, maybe cyanide.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for us all.

I'm no saint but kindly give me strength,
Prove unto me that you are here,
Empty promises never fulfilled,
My deadened bones need reviving from you.

I'm no saint...but I need you.
I need you.
Please come home now.
Please...