Wait Up - Matt Nathanson

I recall your kisses and they tasted just like medicine

I put all the pieces back together in my head

Seems so obvious now how fragile a thing we had

And all the leaves were on the ground that fall, the leaves

Were all around

And you fed me stories and you polished up your bruises until

They shined

It kind of made me wish that I had a bruise so fine

I’ve watched you twice rebuild your life, why don’t you wait up

For me

I stumble, why don’t you wait up for me

With your childs smile and your innocence

I’d buy you bows and ribbons, the prettiest bows and ribbons

I made you like a queen with all the gifts I’d given

You’re a debutante and all you’ve got is a head full of

Someone else’s thoughts