WAiTING for someThING

i made it to the exit at a quarter to five.
i waited and waited. but i saw no signs of life.
i waited for hours. and my flesh bled away.
it's the thought that keeps playing over and over again.
the time when i realized you were gone.

i'm waiting for something. something you know will never show.
i'm waiting for the tears to flow, and eventaully give me something
to drown myself in.
and if that something weren't to call tonight, i don't think that i would mind.
i could wait it out until tomorrow.
and if there's still no ring from my receiver, i think i'd rip it from the wall.
throw it out the window, maybe, then, you'd call.
well, maybe, then you'd call.

i made it home to find a letter you wrote.
reciting how you just don't know...
(you don't know anything.)
...what is wrong, or where i am. or when i let go.
you're such a scam. but i can let that slide.
atleast you gave it a try sometime back then.
and that's when i learned what i now know.
i'm waiting for the tears to start their flow.
and enventually give me something
to drown myself in.
but they're reluctant. they come out so slow.
you break down the process, into such easy steps.
but, my ducts don't understand, the motion of your hand
as you wave goodbye...

why, when every sadist gets his day,
am i left to die alone on a wednesday.
(as you wave goodbye...)