desperate for more

twelve o’clock, this is our last stand or maybe,
maybe this is the end.
when i leave you’ll always wonder,
wonder, “maybe he’s the one?�?

twelve fifteen when the door closes and i am,
i Am walking toward my car.
maybe i’m not better or he’s the best,
but aren’t you desperate for more.

and i’m tired of this town,
it’s everything i can’t stand in me
and this parking lot
is swallowing me whole

twelve thirty when you burst through the doors
the doors sealed my division
i said I’d wait and maybe I will
i will wait on indecision

two O’clock, you’re sleeping and I’m praying,
praying you’re desperate for more.

and i’m tired of this town,
it’s everything i can’t stand in me
and this life i’m in
is swallowing me whole
it’s desperate for décor
and i’m desperate for more…than this

but today is when you broke me
and yesterday was when you made me
maybe tomorrow will be the day when you
tell me that you love me.

and ’m tired of this town,
it’s everything i can’t stand in me
and this love we lead
is swallowing me whole
it’s desperate for décor
and i’m desperate for more