in retrospect: damn those wasted years

Is this just what I need—
A slap in the face?
We’re sprinting in circles, searching frantically
For a finish, a goal…all in vain.
Or maybe we’re tourists in Hell.
You tell me.
You tell me how it ends.
Cause my tired eyes won’t watch the rest of my life
Crumble at your feet.
So tell me.
Tell me how it ends.

Softly singing,
I can hear you in my sleep, singing
To her though I know the song was meant for me.
She’s a stranger
Warming her hands at the fire we built.
Why did you whisper her name
Just loud enough for me to hear?

Somewhere between the profoundly black and white
I’ll wait for you.
In the great gray that slaughtered our whimsical reveries
I’ll wait for you.
Until my wasted heart can beat no more
I’ll wait for you.
But all you need to know
Is I’m getting sick of waiting.