The Pointless Book

Wait

I have a friend who sits at the corner lots
Selling pills to the girls when they cross the block
I told him he should quit that sketchy scene
He said nothing compares to the fever dream
"It's what I do"

I know a girl who stays still on Sunday nights
'Cause her boy hits hard in the morning light
He told her everything ends when you reach that thrill
He told her nothing exists past the window sill
It's nothing new

I wanna tell my baby to pretend that every word I say is what I really meant
And when I get my head back all right then we can be together another night
And we can have those dreams like no one else
It's just one more reason to control myself
It's just one more reason to control yourself
It's what I do
I wait for you