I know a thing or two about waiting.
I know I don’t act like it, or make it known,
but I know a thing or two about waiting.
He says “You’re frustrating, I don’t know where we stand, or whether what I’ll say will make you stay or leave.”
I walk away.
He shouts “I’m not done talking.”
I keep walking.
See, I know a thing or two about waiting, because sometimes…you have to keep still,
Hold your peace,
Treasure your silence so you can see who you truly are.
I know a thing or two about waiting…
Oh…there goes my bus!