Underoath - Writing On The Walls

Maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste ı am and how we missed your beat again.

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place.
To bridge the gap of this concious state that we live in.
I'm short on time.

How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you.
But mostly what they show you.
I'm taking back all the things ı said.
Keep me filled in, ı swear ı'll come.
We walk alone, back home.

You're almost gone and ı'm okay to give you time to be afraid.
I still see your shadow but never your face again.
I remember your presence.

I hope to god you come down.
I hope to god you feel this now.

I know there must be some way out of here and all of them will be
Waiting there.