Waiting

I am waiting on your sofa I cannot go home Are we holding hostages ourselves For our good health You're skipping broken records Skipping, won't let go I'm pulling gravel from your knees Don't you bite the hand you bleed on What you saw when you looked through the veil Was just a lonely little boy Plucked from the jaws of infinity As I grow older I talk more and more About the weather You get older You scale back to one For your good health I'm sitting on your sofa I cannot go home Not aging on the same timeline Not gazing with the same wide eye I'm jaded I don't hate it I'm just waiting