Sunday, March 6, 2022

Dried Paint

Waiting for the grass to grow
And for the paint to dry
Waiting for myself to stop
Watching the night sky

Waiting for the phone to ring
For you to want to talk
Waiting for the seas to drain
And for the trees to walk

Waiting for the lines to sound
Right in every way
Waiting for the pain to leave
And for the love to stay

Waiting for you to show
That you really care
Waiting to breathe in water
And swim through air

Waiting for the storm inside
To finally make a sound
Waiting for it to matter
When I'm not around

Waiting for the courage
Waiting to catch a break
Waiting for my hands to still
And for the mountains to shake

Waiting all of my life
Waiting just to know
That I should have stopped waiting
A long, long time ago

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