Device

I reach out and grab it But why can't I have it Take a photograph We're dealing in static I'm stuck at the station I'm lacking the patience But I wait around And I wait around The skin on the pavement The lot it was vacant I had a thought and laughed I hope that we make it There's blood on the table The fall wasn't fatal Push it down and wear it out (I wanna let it go) (I'll fucking let it go) I wrote it in cursive I broke it on purpose It comes to the surface It's making me nervous I saw your ghost today But I didn't get wrapped up in it The games we used to play Thе things we thought we heard You turn and fadе away And I think I felt the fear again But I wait around