Sometimes when it gets dark,
I can't help but thinking where you are
I repeat the lines in my head
To make things sound more clear,
But it's still as vague
And I'm standing there all along,
Waiting for you to come,
Taking another ticket,
Just to keep myself from thinking
About where you could be,
Writing down another lie,
And send it in.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Sometimes when it gets dark,
I can't help but thinking where you are
I repeat the lines in my head
To make things sound more clear,
But it's still as vague
And I'm standing there all along,
Waiting for you to come,
Taking another ticket,
Just to keep myself from thinking
About where you could be,
Writing down another lie,
And send it in.