If Patience Doesn't Kill Me

If Patience Doesn't Kill Me

Alison Sudol

I want you now
Your feet on my carpet
I want you now
With both of your hands
I want you now
Making eggs in my kitchen
With your hand on my back
And your breath in my hair

I want you now
Fuck, it’s cold in this country
I want you now
You’re flying somewhere
I want you now
With a note in your pocket
And a lump in your throat
And our lives in the air

It feels close to you somehow
To say your name out loud
If patience is a virtue I’m bound
If patience is a virtue I’m bound

I wanna show
You I’m not just a sweet little walk in the park
Or some fantasy fare
Yeah, I wanna show
You the thorn in the wreckage
Where the flowers grow
I can’t imagine you there

There as I was born
Would you show me yours
I can wait for you, of course
If patience doesn’t kill me I’m yours
My God, if patience doesn’t kill me I’m yours

I am yours, oh I am yours
I am yours, I am yours
I am yours
If patience doesn’t kill me

If Patience Doesn't Kill Me

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