wait for us become content in the back of the bus guilty of the time you spent serving there s someone left to give you up what you re not laboring the thought of something incomplete no one lives exception to this passing grief unstable in your voice agrees pleading julie you can lie to me honestly julie i will eat your words and pretend you digest them there s always someone you can bore i always listen to accents wasting time while time is wasting you and i never left i just shut down still i can hear it from your mouth counting seconds with a grain of hope onto thirds julie you will eat your words and you ll purge and you will fast disappear