waiting in line.

seems like it's always midnight. sweeping up broken glass after every fight. with the sound of a train that i could've been on, reminding me that the last one's gone. are you blind? can't you see me standing here waiting in line? for you. are you mine? not just when you wanna be but all the time? you're right, i must be crazy. you're out getting high, i'm here pretending i'm in love. the sound of your hear, my head on your chest, dropped you hands to your sides and gave up. i'd rather be crazy than right tonight.

with you it's always midnight.