If Patience Doesn’t Kill Me

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 abound
If patience is a virtue, I abound

I want to show you I’m not just a sweet little walk in the park
Or some fantasy fair
Yeah I want to show you the thorn in the wreckage where the flowers grow
I can imagine you there

Bare 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
I am yours
I am yours
I am yours
I am yours
If patience doesn’t kill me.