Softly Hating

I hate the way you deal with things Can't hold your hand without a ring Pages turn while they're burning Can't remember how you looked at me Sitting by the garden When I see you in the morning Wishing we had started In a way that's less exhausting I'm still waiting, for you Softly Hating, It's true I'm still waiting, for you In my room In my These pictures in the bedroom Smiling faces that were once you This space is, giving headroom For the traces of your perfume I'm still waiting, for you Softly Hating, It's true I'm still waiting, for you In my room In my In my room (In my) In my room (In my)