Are you taken care of when you're sitting on your knees Cement is getting harder when you're standing in my way Walls are getting thinner when the flowers aren't in bloom Words are getting sharper when they slip from your teeth [Hook] That's alright And that's okay I'm better off anyway And I'll still wait Till I'm black and blue Or until I get a hold of you Hard wood echoes as you walk down the hall Taking down the pictures that were covered up in dust I wish the breeze would blow through my window at night It's too cold to think and it's not warm enough to fight [Hook] But That's alright That's okay I'm better off anyway And I'll still wait Till I'm black and blue Or until I get a hold of you