Waiting on the Slam

Verse 1

Bitter winter

Biting my fingers until they bleed out

Salty skin

Wondering why you stayed until now

Pre-Chorus

I check the locks

I check the clock

I check your eyes for the exit sign

Chorus

Are you tired of me yet

Are you tired of the debt

Because I’m sorry for the way I beg for truth

I’m sorry for the ways I question you

When I find it hard to see the good is real

Verse 2

Every morning I prepare for the ghosting

Counting down

Packing a suitcase inside of my mind

Waiting on a cold wind to blow

Pre-Chorus

I check the locks

I check the clock

I check your eyes for the exit sign

Chorus

Are you tired of me yet

Are you tired of the debt

Because I’m sorry for the way I beg for truth

I’m sorry for the ways I question you

When I find it hard to see the good is real

Bridge

Maybe you're honest

Maybe you're staying

Maybe you're different

But I wake up waiting for the door to slam

I wake up waiting for the shift in your hand

Chorus

Are you tired of me yet

Are you tired of the debt

Because I’m sorry for the way I beg for truth

I’m sorry for the ways I question you

When I find it hard to see the good is real