Next Time

Verse 1:
It’s getting emptier the more I am patient
Everytime I fill up my bag with high expectations
It’s like two nations, two complete different people
But when they’re combined, this movie would have a sequel
I only see you in the bus, and I would drive for hours
Since I fall in a trance of sleep, when my eyes cross yours
You’re talking to your friends, a view to me would feel realer
But when I try to talk, I’m speaking to the wall between us
Speaking to the block that’s in the way and I don’t have the guts
To just stand up and walk to you in this little bus
These couple meters feel like a mile and I’m sick of it
But maybe next time I take that ticket

Hook:
It’s like I’m stuck in a little world of hope
And I bet you on your seat can’t think so
But everyday I ask myself whatshall I do
You are so close but I can never talk to you
You have to know I feel so helpless in this bus
I would step into your view if I’d ever have the guts
It’s like a punch in the stomach that you can’t be mine
But I promise I’ll do it better next time

Verse 2:
Fallen down, I’m scarred from my love of the past
I’m hesitant on replacement, it happens so fast
See a lover turn to enemy and want ‘em out of sight
Look up and see eyes beautiful as the night
Turns my dark vision bright but I refuse to believe
My heart feels crushed and I don’t know how to see
I don’t want to repeat change, because I know how
Heavy breathing from wanting it in, and now you want ‘em out
Please, save me, end my fucking misery
Lemme use the suicide rope to bring you closer to me
I want to make you happy, the way you make me
Fuck this nightmare of a past, let us live out our dreams

Hook:
It’s like I’m stuck in a little world of hope
And I bet you on your seat can’t think so
But everyday I ask myself what shall I do
You are so close but I can never talk to you
You have to know I feel so helpless in this bus
I would step into your view if I’d ever have the guts
It’s like a punch in the stomach that you can’t be mine
But I promise I’ll do it better next time

Verse 3:
If it’s in front of you, or you’re already through it
Pain’s the ground of the way that you choose to do it
The way you struggle through the thing they call relationship
But on your ship they question what such relation is
The inner you just isn’t fine and you are waiting for a sign
You don’t mind having a crush but it’ll crush your mind
See it like a poem, with who you should rhyme
And overthink, so you’ll do it better next time

Hook:
It’s like I’m stuck in a little world of hope
And I bet you on your seat can’t think so
But everyday I ask myself what shall I do
You are so close but I can never talk to you
You have to know I feel so helpless in this bus
I would step into your view if I’d ever have the guts
It’s like a punch in the stomach that you can’t be mine
But I promise I’ll do it better next time