pave these streets with open arms it's always you we're waiting on the skin, the taste, the drug, the need i'm asking, telling you, don't leave erase the lines that we have drawn it's always you we're waiting on and waiting on and waiting on and on and on and on and on these are our words, we fill these mouths but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out these palms and frames that we tear through to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you wait wait wait, i don't wanna see wait wait wait, i am not the person anyone would want to be the perfect shoes with matching clothes it is the lie we're always told but nothing masks the shallow touch by saying words that cost so much while you're an addict to the need to find yourself a way to breathe the sex, the purge, the vein, the look to reflex feelings that we took these are our words, we fill these mouths but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out these palms and frames that we tear through to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you perfection, it's perfection but never quiet enough, and never could disguise the drugs to make it stay the wanting in your eyes the money that you spent, but you're still an accident we are more than words that fill our mouths drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need these are our words, we fill these mouths but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out these palms and frames that we tear through to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you wait wait wait, i don't wanna see wait wait wait, i am not the person anyone would want to be waiting here until you leave...