Proof

Sitting in traffic
Staring into space
Wondering where I'm at
Thinking it's all a waste

Light turns green
I don't want to move
Just want to be seen
Just want some proof

That I'm alive
That I exist
That I'm real
That I cry

See you not seeing me
Hear you not listening to me
Want to grab you by your hair
Just to show you I'm there

That I'm alive
That I exist
That I'm real
That I cry

Feel so tired

Feel it

No point in running
It will find you
No point in hiding
Your lies won't protect you
Feel those last seconds
When she squeezed your hand
As she took her last breath
And there was nothing you could do
But remember all things left unsaid
That you'll now carry with you
Until it's your turn.

All The Times

All the times I let the phone go to voicemail
All the times I tried to get off the phone
All the times I hid from you
All the times I just thought you'd always be there
All the times I said to myself they'll be another chance later to talk
All the times I stayed away
All the times I didn't come home
All the times we stared at each other in silence
All the times I thought, next time I'll say I love you
All the times are all I'm left with
For the rest of time.