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