-- The Spill Canvas
I've had enough
I'm on my way to you
It's nauseating
And I'm sick of waiting
For all these pointless calls
To go through
And no, I'm not a skeptic
Anymore
Unless I see what all of this
Ridiculous hard work is for
the moisture in the air
Is begging for release
And the memory of your stare
Is raining down on me
Hypothetically if you were
Point A
And theoretically if I was
Point B
We would be, we would be Frantically melting
Into one massive point
That could overcome anything
Constantly you're working Through the milage in my head
Oh, what i'm calculating
Yes, I'm sick of waiting
How many hours until
I reach your bed?
And no, I'm not a skeptic Anymore
Unless I see what all of this
Ridiculous hard work is for
The moisture in the air
Is begging for release
And the memory of your stare
Is raining down on me
Hypothetically if you were
Point A
And theoretically if i was
Point B
We would be, we would be
Frantically melting
Into one massive point
That could overcome anything
My faith in you
Could move these mountains
I am driving through
It's times like these
I wish I could teleport to you
'Cause then we wouldnt have issues
We're cleverly, strategically
Challenging our fright and
insecurties
And never seem to want to leave
Hypothetically if you were
Point A
And theoretically if I was
Point B
We would be, we would be
Frantically melting
Into one massive point
That could overcome anything