Wait...

-What are you doing? -Time, I answered... I'm waiting.... that's not something I actually use to do. Yes, I know you know... Anxiety rules me everytime... But now I'm waiting for the seconds to pass by... Alone, shaking, shivering, by the way... Trying to figure out if I care or if I don't...
It's what I've been doing all day.. wait... I've waited for you.. that's it... I don't know.. I guess I'm not ok with waiting.. You see me, n' I'm always in such a rush... having so much to do, beggin' for more time... It's kind of stressing, but not less stressing than waiting... Waiting is something so empty... but so relaxing in some sick way... But it drives me nuts, waiting to get up, waiting to go home, waiting for lunch, waiting for the weekend, waiting at the market line, waiting for vacations, waiting for your answers, waiting to get laid, waiting for the summer, waiting for my mum to leave, waiting for a call, waiting to see you again... There's nothing we can do to use wisely all that time that we waste waiting... So I'll just be here, out in the dark night, fuckin' waiting...