Surely I'm waiting
Waitingly patient
I draw the blinds til
Daylight is wasted
Cause I am sure
That'd be precise
In my life
Below my waistline
A secret that's all mine
Sweating out pleasure
I've learned the signs
Joy is a liquid
And monthly predicted
In my life
Maybe I tell them
Maybe I don't
Maybe they f*ck off
Maybe they won't
Searching for hands I'm
Desperate to hold
But tomorrow
The glass is so full