Wait

Running back to camp because it's all I learned to do

Take another gap year, I'll return when time is due

Once again alone, I think I'm pushing them away

I ain't got a letter yet, but maybe I should wait

I ain't got a song to end this with a brighter view

Write and then record, it's either trite or it is blue

I could put it out or be responsible or fake

Or write it when I'm happier, so maybe I should wait

I could be a pastor but you're supposed to be mature

And I still sing along to bands with middle fingers on their merch

Not that I'm a hater, man I still listen to Drake

But I know every word to Meet the Grahams so maybe I should wait