I’ve been waiting what seems like a while 

For you to tell me what you know, tell me true, I’ll tell you too. 

Anger swells in my surf. Stumbling sections of separating extensions slowly entertaining the idea that maybe things are the way they should be.

Nothing sits right, the seatbelt is so tight. I sense this slight tone in the words you choose. I just think I’m bound to lose on this quest you call love.