So who cares, no big deal. This is all wonderful, wonderfuly terrible. With a dark cloud above at least you'll find relief from the heat.
Its just a matter of time before I get what i want.
You give answers, I ask questions. I make demands, you fulfil them.
You're desperate, on the phone. Begging for sweet release, relief from your suffering. You know that time's running out and I still dont have what I want.
You give answers, I ask questions. I make demands, you fulfil them.
Maybe theyre coming soon.
No more today, not today.
So who cares, no big deal. All of its miserable, ugly and horrible. It's just a matter of time before I find what I want. More from The Dear Hunter