i think in a way i'm waiting for you to slit your wrists or sell your soul or fall apart and that's just a start i think i guess i'm waiting for you to lose it why choose something this hard? i think (i'm fairly sure) i'm waiting for you to stop making sense - in my defence, i'll add that no one does for long i think maybe i'm just waiting for you May 29, 1997 © Lela Kaunitz