out the window

i'm sitting round like i got nothing to do, got something to say, but not to you, not now, i'm just waiting for the back and forth that won't begin, back to back, that won't seem to end, i'm here waiting for a sign, everything goes out the window, watching you walk out the door tonight, when my hope falls, bounces off you, hits the floor, splits into 2 or 3 pieces. well, i'm still waiting on it, down and down to the empty space where it lays, where it falls apart, i'm stuck waiting for some sign. everything goes out the window, watching you walk out the door, i wrote a letter to my oldest friend, forgot it for awhile. then on second thought, i read it through and threw it out, i'm through waiting on a sign.