I'm here waiting for the next time I'll see your pretty face. Lying in my pitiful waste of a place. Lets just say we'll be together for maybe one more day. But one won't be enough for me to discover your sweet grace. Don't be disturbed by my wounds, in time you won't see a trace. It'll be covered with our lies and dismays. Challenges may come along the way. But whose to say we won't care about today. Maybe there's a chance you'll swing by to see me, I promise I will wait. Time may stop and our heartbeats pause for a glimpse of what's to come in the future we await.
