I’m waiting for the sun to set
I’m waiting for a new tomorrow
I’m waiting for the man
I’m also waiting for the woman
I’m waiting for something to change
But to be really honest
I’m just waiting for my bus to come.
I’ve been waiting for fifty minutes
And it’s cold!
No stuttering.
*click* *click* *click*
No shaking
*swipe* *swipe* *swipe*
Not even any tears
*twirl* *twirl* *twirl*
That’s it! That’s that! It’s good to see you’re finally being a man.
*crunch* *crunch* *crunch*
It’s never a bother. a problem, a concern.
Even if it makes you squirm.
Even if it keeps you up all night.
Even if you lose your way
It’s certainly no bother, no problem, no concern?
Right?
is the bus timetable.
Without it, just where would I be?
With it just how can I disobey it?
And so life revolves around numbers and cards.
It might be ‘just’ something, it might be not what you’d hoped.
But it’s something.
And now I’ve lost that limbo.
After seventeen months, a new record.
Channel Static 