Then comes enter one with only but wind to follow,
she speaks to herself, to the space that’s hollow.
She speaks of him fondly, with curiosity, intrigue and generosity.
He pops in and pops out with such hypocrisy.
What’s a girl to do but to leave the room? Nothing holds her back, but a hope or two.
Because waiting is just ridiculous. She paces back and forth and writes a list.
Mhm.. faith, active, hobbies. Maybe I’ll just wait in the lobby.
What’s the harm of leaving the door cracked?
It’s just as bad as always looking back.