you told me not to wait for you
you think i get to choose
but i can't move on, not yet
not until i know whether we win or lose
not until the weather gets better
and the clouds begin to clear
and we finally get some answers
about what we're doing here
not until math starts making sense
and everything is less intense
and you and me can just be us
and this whole mess can be past tense
not until someone proves that god is real
and that it's okay how we feel
so the world can stop hating us
and you can start to heal
and if none of that will ever happen
please just let me know
tell me what we are
or tell me to let go
