Keep my arms crossed stay at home
Sitting there perched so firmly on your golden thrown
Oh it's a shame, we're all in shambles, and pretty soon you'll start to notice how I ramble on
We get along, but what's wrong?

I'm aching to write you a love song but first I think we have to meet
And I'm oh so goddamn tired of thinking I am waiting but god knows I'm just a little too weak
To get these thoughts out of my head, I think at this rate I may as well meet you in bed
And I am so tired of all this waiting and constant self debating about this
When I feel in my heart of hearts that you probably exist

I am floating and at least two pairs eyes are staring down at me
I am quietly praying that god might one day attempt set me free
From these shackles, I know it's a hassle but I'm kinda stuck
And when I die I'd like to look back on life and not think too much

I'm aching to write you a love song but first I think we have to meet
And I'm oh so goddamn tired of thinking I am waiting but god knows I'm just a little too weak
To stretch my neck out of my shell, I think at this rate I may as well meet you in hell
And I am so tired of all this waiting and constant self debating about this
When I feel in my heart of hearts that you probably exist