I’m waiting for her to kill herself There’s nothing I can do I’m waiting for her to kill herself How could I stay away? I want to be close As close as it gets She lets me I make her weaker But she lets me try to save her I’m waiting for her to kill herself I treasure every day
Can’t believe her patience with this mediocre world This formulated chaos into which we are hurled I’ve made peace with my one track mind I choose what I see and leave spots blind She gets the picture all the time And the cracked wall behind
The termites are baying for blood The worms are baying for blood The birds are baying for blood The moon is begging for blood
She never cries, barely sleeps She’s laughing all the way I’ll never make it right I’m waiting for her to kill herself I treasure every day I face down every night
