A Song

Is this what we want

Is this all we get

I don't know what I'm looking for but I won't forget

I'll keep making mistakes

And keep finding the ways to bring myself back to you. 

But my breath keeps catching

Inside of my chest

Because your eyes keep laughing

At the silliest things

I find myself watching you. 

I've got nothing to offer

And nothing to bring

To your table, your life, 

How hollow this song rings

Over and over

It plays through you mind

Until it seems like you've heard it

At least a million times

But I'm ready to find you

And I'm open if you want to come in. 

Are we really so poor

As to stand by ourselves

With our hands in our pockets

And our hearts on a shelf

With time slipping further, yes so much further away.

My hands have gotten

A little bit colder

When they're not wrapped in yours

And the minutes grow older

It feels like I've waited forever out here just for you. 

I've nothing to offer,

And nothing to bring,

Nothing but simple words

I'm dying to sing

I'm just waiting.

Waiting out here to find you.