Lacking something, too much nothing, a house with walls and nothing in it. Queasy stomach, cigarette bu*ts, burnt up post cards and I’m sill waiting. For you to come to my rescue and save me from myself. To shake the dust off my windows so I can see something else Wounds untended, hate still pending, don’t test me cause I’m liable to break out. Overwhelmed by reckless action but no one’s perfect but I’m still waiting. For you to come to my rescue and save me from myself. To shake the dust off my windows so I can see something else Cause I’m trying my hardest but theres only so much a man can take they say time can mend anything but how long do I have to wait? For you to come to my rescue and save me from myself. To shake the dust off my windows so I can see something else