Waiting... - City and Colour

A coma might feel better than this

Attempting to discover where to begin

You’re weighed down, you’re full of something

Of sickness and desertion

You’re weighed down, you’re full of something

You’re underneath it all

So say goodbye to love

And hold your head up high

There’s no need to rush

We’re all just waiting

Waiting to die

Hope in a better place is all I need

With moments of innocence and mystery

Oh, it’s the little things you miss

Like waking up all alone

Oh, it’s the little things you miss

When you’re underneath it all

All your friends seem like enemies

When you’re broken down and empty

Oooh oooh

All your friends seem like enemies

When you’re broken down and empty

Ooooh oooh

Ohhhhh ohhh ohhhhhhh

Ohhhhh ohhh ohhhhhhh