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