Sophist

Sophist:

I can’t wait to get out of this place

We’ve been climbing up the walls for days

But if the birds are singing when I wake up

I might just try to start something new

Tell me something

Tell me something good

I’m waiting for your call

This is the closest I’ve come to calling it quits

My oh my what a year it’s been

The clouds, they just kind of hung around our heads for days

We shouldn’t fight in front of the kids

Tell me something

Tell me something good

I’m waiting for your call

And we get up now or whenever

Call me in a couple of days or whatever

I’ve scene twenty years from now and I get it

You could have been something so much more than we are now