Waiting

Waiting for the word to form upon my tongue
I've been open-mouthed now for a week
I showed up at my own office to make a complaint
That everything I do is never good enough

I guess that I have to face what ever it is that's going on
Sometimes life don't rhyme, oh no
But I could be so wrong about that

For now you'll get what ever slips between my gums
A broken tooth, a lie, a measly crumb
And all my bad lines

The end is near so I'll just have to start wrapping it up
Da da dee da dee da dee da dei da dai
Something's wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Richard Christensen, Simon Skjodt Jensen, Guy Richard Dale
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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