257 Weeks - Nine Days

You could be waiting for a day that won’t come

And you could be so much more than you’ve become

And I have found my feet, 257 weeks

But you could be waiting for a day that won’t come

You could be waiting for your life to begin

And you could be so much more than, than you’ve been

And I have found my feet, 257 weeks

But you could be waiting for your life to begin

And it’s so sad

You’re so good, and I’m so bad

But you won’t see me wasting the best thing I ever had

And it’s such a shame

That I can’t tell you anything

You won’t hear me, still you endear me now

Hard to see past the window, facing forward, looking back

Over years spent tracing, wondering how you left your track

Underwater breathing burns your lungs and breaks your back

But you could be waiting right here for a day that won’t come

And it’s so sad

You’re so good, and I’m so bad

But you won’t see me wasting the best thing I ever had

And it’s such a shame

That I can’t tell you anything

You won’t hear me, still you endear me now, yeah

Yeah, yeah…

You could be waiting for your life to begin

And you could be so much more than, than you’ve been

And I have found my feet, 257 weeks

But you could be waiting for your life to begin

And it’s so sad

You’re so good, and I’m so bad

But you won’t see me wasting the best thing I ever had

And it’s such a shame

That I can’t tell you anything

You won’t hear me, still you endear me

And it’s so sad

You’re so good, and I’m so bad

But you won’t see me wasting the best thing I ever had

And it’s such a shame

That I can’t tell you anything

You won’t hear me, still you endear me now

Yeah, still you endear me now

Yeah, still you endear me now