Underoath

Maybe we, Why don't we sit right here for half an hour
We'll speak of what a waste I am and how we missed your beat again
I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
I'm short on time
How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you
But mostly what they show you
That brings us home
I pray for you to move on
At this rate we can't keep up but I sure can't just sit still
I'm taking back all the things I said