writing on the walls

maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour?, we'll speak of what a waste i am, and how we missed your beat again!, i swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place, to bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in, and i'm short on time, how come you try, and fit the shape of, what they tell you, but mostly what they show you, at this rate, we can't keep up, i'm taking back all the things i said, thinking back all the things i said, but i sure just can't, just sit still, keep me filled in, i swear i'll come, we walk alone, we-walk-a-lone, we walk alone, we-walk-a-lone, we walk alone, we-walk-a-lone, back home, alone, back home, you're almost gone and i'm ok, i still see your shadow, to give you time to be afraid, but never, your face again, i remember, your presence, i hope to god you come down, i hope to god you feel this now, i hope to, god you come down, i hope to, i know there must be some way out of here, and all of them will be waiting there