wait for us we come content in the back of the bus
  guilty of the time you spend serving
  there's someone left to give you up
  but you're not laboring the thought of something incomplete
  no one lives exception to this passing grief
  unstable in your voice agrees pleading to me
  you can't lie to me honestly to me
  i will eat your words every tenth you got
  just numb there's always someone here for more
  i always listen to, act sense wasting time
  while time is wasting you
  and i never left i just shut up still
  i can hear it from your mouth counting seconds
  with a grain of hope unto thirst julie
  you will eat your words and your verbs and you will fast disappear