If you want me, come and get me

I’m not gonna move an inch.

Cause I’m tired, oh so tired

Of running from the state I’m in.

I’ve realized that my whole live has been one long waiting line

And at the front, what we all want, as if we’re running out of time

Love doesn’t come in box

Happiness isn’t waiting at the end of the line, there isn’t a prize

I’m gonna find everything I’m chasing was already mine

I’ll open my eyes.

If you want me, come and get me

Waiting is a state of art.

Twisting, turning, futile yearning

Can only get a man so far.

You’ve grown so tall behind those walls of your body, heart, and mind.

And so consumed by what is “you” that your reflection makes you blind.

Love doesn’t come in box

Happiness isn’t waiting at the end of the line, there isn’t a prize

I’m gonna find everything I’m chasing was already mine

I’ll open my eyes.