Wait & See - Librarians

All those sticky situations seem to stick to me

Seek out my skin, but I won’t let them in

Things won’t be so solemn if they’re tailor made for us

Cut from my cloth, then I can’t rip them off

Wait and see, have some patience with me please

I’m sorry if you grow a little tired

I miss the foods I’ve tasted once and loved but now they’re all gone somehow

You can’t steal my memories, apparently you never have your own

No, not mine.

I own, own, own, own, own, own.