Trinkets کے بول

You’ve got nothing better to do with you time but collect these trinkets and coddle them Someday you might see me running through fire going down You’ll be indifferent Sitting on your cloud Running your tired mouth While you make plans in your head ill be scream out loud Finding dead end after dead end And I’m ok with that You will be shooting the shit and flying kites I will be using and bruising my hands And the difference is I’ll be doing all that I can to make things better When the string holding your life is rubbing up against the knife Busting threads left and right and all you’ve got is time I’ll be waiting for the day that you look up at me And say you’ve wasted most your life away just waiting for a sign Waiting for a sign