Waitless

There's something so good about coming home late

And finding you waiting for me

In my apartment, I hear all my neighbors

They're fucking or watching TV

I've been so busy with so much of nothing

I'm sorry I forgot to see

How you're waitless over me

(Oh, Oh)

Is it night or will you take my hand?

I want to be somewhere

Cut in deep with both my eyes [?]

I want to be somewhere

There's something so good about coming home late

And finding you waiting for me

You've fallen asleep