I wait for a text back and wonder if it’s ever going to come.
I wait for a text back and rethink the last one I sent.
I wait for a text back and question why the fuck I care.
And I wait and I wait and I wait.
I want a text back to prove that I’m still here.
I want a text back so I can feel that familiar buzz (and it numbs).
I want a text back so I can fall asleep knowing that you’re real.
And I want and I want and I want.
I get your text back and it’s not what I expected.
I get your text back and I’m down another hole.
I get your text back and I know you’ll never feel like home.
I get it I get it I get it.
I waited and I got it because I needed what I wanted but what I thought I’d get I couldn’t believe so now I’m left waiting for the need to want to wait and get another one from you.