I was guessing what it feels like. To have a girl that wants me. Say exactly what she feels like. So that I could see. . This traffic light I'm stopped at.
Though I am not worthy to call out your name. I still inquire and I still want to be saved. From the closure they stand up. And the marks they brand on.
Concrete filled these walls. Since yesterday she's been gone. It will not end the man inside. On both accounts I will not hide. . And I have seen the hole.
Well, I've been searching for a. Way to write you down on my list. But now I know what it's for. It's not a resume or application form. No, you're not an asterisk on my resume no more.