Handguns - The Loved Ones Who Hate Us

Broken down stages and no hourly wages.
A sunburn for weeks and all our loved ones still hate us.
A winter night in Portland, I walked out the door to wander
The city and I asked myself if anyone still cared.

The road's so disappointed.
I think I should stop complaining.

I don't want to be weak
(Tell me would you wait for...)
The ends passed each other on the street
(Tell me would you wait for me?)
I don't want to be scared
(Tell me would you wait for...)
I just want you to remember me
(Tell me would you wait?)

A summer night in Houston I walked out the door to wander
The city and I asked myself if anyone still cared.
If you want to leave, why don't you go?
I can't make the space for everything you want and what you deserve.
If you want to leave why don't you go?
I never said that this wont hurt.

I don't want to be weak
(Tell me would you wait for...)
The ends passed each other on the street
(Tell me would you wait for me?)
I don't want to be scared
(Tell me would you wait for...)
I just want you to remember me
(Tell me would you wait?)

Would you stare at me, wondering if I've got the steam to keep this thing going?
Stare at me wondering if I've got the steam to keep this going.

I don't want to be weak
(Tell me would you wait for...)
The ends passed each other on the street
(Tell me would you wait for me?)
I don't want to be scared
(Tell me would you wait for...)
I just want you to remember me
(Tell me would you wait?)