its been a long daynwriting cheap words on cheap paper napkinsnjust to throw them awaynthe tension tied around my tonguenkeeps me talkingnbut like a noose wrapped around my neck nit claims the air from my lungsnor maybe its just your starenthat leaves me breathless, that leaves me speechlessnbegging for a way to tell younnIts been a long daynwriting your name on these pagesnyour name with this pennbut then i'll throw them awaynand you'll never knownand i'll never tell younntheres something about the air you breathenit brings about the autumn leavesnchanigng color on the groundni'll never make a sound nwhile im begging to be found by a strangernfallen from the tallest treenchanging color on the groundn i'll never make a sound nwhile i'm begging to be found by younyou never even lookednnwell now i'll wait for the wind to blow me your wayni'll wait for you to walk by on your way back to mennits been a long day nwriting cheap words on cheap paper napkinsnjust to throw them awaynbiting my tongue while im biding my timenall along we'd walk the same thin lineni'd better not fuck this up, its been a long day...