wait for us become content in the back of the bus
guilty of the time you spent 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 pa**ing grief
unstable in your voice agrees pleading
julie, you can't lie to me honestly
julie, i will eat your words and pretend you digest them
there's always someone here for more
i always listen to accents wasting time
while time is wasting you
and i never left i just shut down
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 verge and you will fast disappear