Waiting Room

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The minutes tick down to the moment (wait)
Meandering around and empty room
Scraping for scraps of reassurance (what)
Quelling all the falsehoods I assume
I don't want to live in the real world (no)
Not until I know whether I have a reason
That reason being the only girl
The victim of my love's treason
The human embodiment of a long night's rest
Fine art in corporeal form (she's art now)
She thinks outside this universe
Aura burns incandescent storm (storm rain)
She's got her own rainbow
And those colours are hers (no one else)
Terrified I'll never see those colours again
And the truth of that hurts (I fucked up)
The clock is ticking down but my time is up
I'm in too deep but I'm all out of luck
My life is yours
Judgment will call
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
Every single message is a blessing and a curse
Reading over every syllable like I'm tryna write a verse
Going a little crazy over the simplest of words
The difference between a kiss or not is enough to make it hurt
With the
Positive
Negative
Hostile grip
Medicine
Playing the game to win
Just lost me everything
(It's all gone)
You're the judge I'm the jury
Festering faux fury
(Fire)
I fucked up and
I faltered from failure
To fully just feel
The faith you were
Gifting me
Now my eyes are sharp
My heart is heavy
Beating so fast
And my palms are sweaty
Imma have to bring my A game
And I've never been more ready
(Let's go)
The clock is ticking down but my time is up
I'm in too deep but I'm all out of luck
My life is yours
Judgment will call
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
Clock is ticking down but my time is up
I'm in too deep but I'm all out of luck
My life is yours
Judgment will call
In the waiting room
In the waiting room
Body shaking pacing hyperventilating facing blatant failings pacing making vacant patience
I'm a mess
But we both had a hand in my unrest
I carve a collage of our days
Draped down and they dazzle my gaze
But I just wanted a friend
Fell in love instead
I was falling in love with you without even realising
Being blinded theorising vanity penalise me
Yet despite the marks you still see me shining
Keep me flying
Feel me dying and fight against me to save me slightly
I won't embarrass her by putting her name in the song
You know who you are my little ladybird from
A place too small to sustain all she'll spawn
Because despite all her own voices telling her she's gone
She'll still paint pictures with the insults until she see's herself strong

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