Letra de Short Morgan

I fire one off and wait
Alone my mind often races on 'til you say
That you want me to decide my own fate
But if it's left up to me i don't see
Why not try to find
A friend to wait along with me to ride?
Cause alone it feels so pointless
Don't confess
Don't stress out on me
You talk a lot for free with no shame
And waste it all on me who won't care
But if this is how you feel then go say
It all to someone real who wants to
Play along with you
While you whine
Alone you're feeling fine
And your bones, they hold on to the weight
Older fate
I could wait
But you don't ask