Cropsey Testo

A sign that I’ve been praying for.
A solemn augur, pure and true
to tell me what to do.

A true God that I can settle for
and spin my body in a long, slow arc,
like how my problems are.

And I’ve been waiting on everyone.
Yeah, I’ve been waiting on anyone to show up and throw me out of here.
Because I don’t belong.
Yeah, I’m not even sure I know those words,
a song that I can sing along.
Well, I’ll just wait and track the soot-tracks home
so I can be alone.

And I’ve been waiting on everyone.
Yeah, I’ve been waiting on anyone to show up and throw me out of here.