Call Waiting

The last time that I was here, there were wildfires
We sat out on balconies amidst the smoking spires
And far below, they all grew old
They all built their funeral pyres on expiry dates of our desires
It's in your skin, let it sink in
Oh, I want my legacy to be all the things you didn't keep
Every god damn stage of grief
No, I'm working hard on empathy, and all the rot inside of me
Never the man I'm meant to be
Never the man I'm meant to be
Waste away in bed this morning
The fan is on and it's still storming
I think I'll call in sick to work
Pillow talk of global warming, side effects and dire warnings
The slow decline of my self worth
It's in your skin, let it sink in
Oh, I want my legacy to be all the things you didn't keep
Every god damn stage of grief
No, I'm working hard on empathy, and all the rot inside of me
Never the man I'm meant to be

On hold for god to take my call, he's not coming after all
Whether I run, or walk, or crawl
On hold for god to take my call, it's been way too fucking long
And he's yet to prove me wrong

Never the man I'm meant to be
I want my legacy to be all the things you didn't keep
Every god damn stage of grief
No, I'm working hard on empathy, and all the rot inside of me
Never the man I'm meant to be