I'm Only Waking Up for You, and No One Else

Antiques UnItd.

I promise you there was another time
When I wouldn’t even bother
A muddled mess of stupid little fears
that keep me twisting
So take a walk around this downtown block with no direction
A tiny shop my grandmother sold Antiques in
Empty now

I promise you there was another time
When I wouldn’t even notice
No lines are drawn, nothing is clearly defined
We’re just merely guessing

Can I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, my way out of this one?
Can I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
[x2]

I promise you there was another time, when I wouldn’t even bother

I pride myself on rarely crying. I never cried at graduation or after with anything, and I was proud.

I lost it last night when I cried in an episode of Greek. Well, a tear was shed. But it’s something, and this needed to be documented.

I am loser, I know.