Itâs been a long day, writing cheap words on cheap paper napkins, just to throw them awayâ¦â¦the tension tied around my tongue keeps me talking, but like a noose wrapped around my neck it claims the air from my lungs, or maybe itâs just your stare, that leaves me breathless, that leaves me speechless, begging for a way to tell youâ¦
â¦Itâs been a long day writing your name on these pages, your name with this pen, but then, Iâll throw them away, and youâll never know âcause Iâll never tell you, thereâs something about the air you breathe, it brings about the autumn leaves, changing color on the ground, Iâll never make a sound while Iâm dying to be found by a stranger, fallen from the tallest tree, changing color on the ground, Iâll never make a sound, while Iâm dying to be found by youâ¦
â¦you never even lookedâ¦
â¦Iâll wait for the wind to blow me your way, Iâll wait for you to walk by on your way back to meâ¦
â¦Itâs been a long day, writing these words on cheap paper napkins, I wonât throw them away, biting my tongue as weâre biding our time, all along weâd walk the same thin line, Iâd better not fuck this up, itâs been a long dayâ¦