Wicking

It's all in my eyes It's all sliding off of you and I Try to empty my eyes So I can get back to being enough again I could wait til the day when you call again Could I wait til you're losing it all again Assume that I'm cold Oh and you don't know Assume it all changed While you're gone, all your photos are wrong Assume that I'm gold Better than all that you know I'm giving notes to your god It's not in your eyes You cross your arms so they look full You waited for What were you waiting for And now all I do is wait, just like you Taught me so well, to shrug off, to repel To forget how to cry But you know what I could do I could wait til the day when you call again Could I wait til you're losing it all again I could wait til everything's old Nothing to scold when every map is unrolled But what would that do for me I wanna see Just wanna see you soak up the rain