[Intro — barely spoken] Waiting... [Why?] Patiently.. [Is patience actually an enemy?] For the relax.. To see if anything.. about me.. Isn't just a disease.. you have to bury.. — [Verse 1] What's wrong with me.. Why can't I breathe.. Why does everything about me bring out another fight from thee... I lower my voice— you hear the tone. I give you space— I'm too far gone. I try to explain— I'm thinking too deep. So I learned how to apologize for the way that I breathe. [Pre-Chorus] And I've been waiting... Patiently... For patience to finally give something back to me. But every second I give away takes another second of me. [Chorus] Are you waiting for me to become easier to love? Quieter inside, less fire, less blood? Less question, less feeling, less everything underneath? Tell me— Do you want peace with me... or just peace from me? [DROP — silence] ...from me? — [Verse 2] I don't need you to fix whatever you think I am. I don't need another label for something you don't understand. I just need one conversation where neither of us has to win. Where "What's wrong?" doesn't meet "Nothing..." while everything screams within. [Call / Response] "What's wrong?" [Nothing.] Something. [Nothing.] SOMETHING. Then why can't we speak? What's underneath? What's hiding behind the goddamn teeth? What's the true feeling between we? — [Bridge — instrumentation falls away] Maybe patience isn't peace. Maybe patience is just pain that learned to sit politely. Maybe silence isn't healing. Maybe I've been calling it love because losing you frightened me more than losing pieces of me. ... And maybe there isn't something wrong with me. Maybe there isn't something wrong with thee. Maybe two people can love and still keep turning love into a battlefield... when neither knows how to let the other be. [Final Chorus — explosive] So— ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME TO BECOME EASIER TO LOVE? Less complicated, less afraid, less fucking much? Because I have waited patiently to finally ask what I need— Do you love who's standing here... or the person you're waiting for me to be? [Break] I can change. I can grow. I can listen. I can know. But I cannot spend forever digging graves inside my soul for every piece of me that makes somebody uncomfortable. — [Outro — intimate] Waiting... [Why?] Patiently... [For what?] ... Not anymore. I'm not asking what's wrong with me. I'm asking— Can we breathe... without burying either of we?
