Waiting on a Season - Sarah Mary Chadwick

Chase feelings so brief that they’re barely worth mentioning

And I can’t resolve this but I’ve every intention

And I’ll pull you close, I’m still running for cover

My love is smoke, and I’m still alone

Lost and wondering where everyone’s gone to

Behaving badly in the way that I’m prone to

And it’s far too tough for half-working/half-slacking

There once was love and it’s not enough, but what is?

And watch me panic, I’ve fell into a pattern

And dazed and sun blind, I don’t know how it happened

And I’ll toil away, but I can’t find a reason

There’s mor of them than there is of m

Much more tragedy than I thought there would be in my life

So I’m still waiting on a season that carries no misfortune for me

And I’m talking out my history hoping that it’ll reveal something

And everyone’s in trouble, but no one has the tendency to speak

And I’ll pull you close, I’m still alone

My love is smoke, your love is foam, and life is bleak