By Andy Copeland


I’m waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

To hear back from you

But the minutes are long

The hours drag on

I don’t know what I should do

And I’m slowly, slowly, slowly thinking

‘Bout what you said

I wanna relax

Can’t change the facts

I wish those words were dead


I’m drifting, drifting, drifting, fearing

I made a mistake

When I get meek

People think I’m weak

I think I’m going to shake

So please, please, please, oh please

Don’t let this end in pain

Tell me you love me so

And I promise I’ll show

That I feel the same


April 2013