just staring off into space again what am i looking for maybe a cigarette might calm me down or keep me warm maybe a drink might be able to tell me that i might be able to do this alone theyre probably both wrong why should i wait for my mistakes my head is a mess dressed in guilt tilted left and when i straighten this out ill find the rest and wear it on my chest so the the world can see everything that has been happening to me theres nothing to hide anymore theyre breaking through my front door why should i wait for my mistakes i waited too long to find the things taking the life away from this you couldn t care that life was this without all the shit you covered it with why should i wait for my mistakes why should i wait wait for something to point me the right way