Wait, for us [bad word] content in the back of the bus 
Guilty of the time you spent serving 
There's someone left to give you up 
But you're not
Laboring the thought of something [bad word] 
No one lives exception to this passing grief

Unstable in your voice agrees
Pleading
Julie 
You can lie to me honestly
Julie 
I will eat your words and pretend
You digest them

There's always someone here for more 
I always listen to accents 
Wasting time while is wasting you and
I never left i just shut down
Still i can hear it from your mouth

Counting...seconds
With a grain of hope onto thirst
Julie 
You will eat your words and you'll purge
And you will fast
Disappear