I am waiting for
That one day where time doesn't stand still
when your name falls from my lips
the day where your name won't fall from this mouth.
I'm waiting for the memories to lose their power
and the places to purge the image of us.
The day I'm living for
is that day
when I hear your name
and I won't feel a thing.
I'm waiting for the pain to dull
and for someone, something
to take your place.
I'm hoping for a savior,
praying for reprieve.
I'm waiting
just waiting.
There was so little from the start,
but my patience is waning
and it's wearing on my heart.