After three years, there I was, waiting in the back of your house for you to come out so we could do our thing at 3 a.m., you knew me, I could wait until dawn to see you leave. I was waiting for you as you slowly walked out so your mother's keys and her key rings that I had bought in Acapulco last vacation, that vacation that was so long... Because of how in love I was with you? Nah, because of the sex. Don't look at me like that because it wasn't me who said it first.
\nWhat the fuck was your neighbor doing up at that hour, I could see the light in his room still on, and what was taking you so long?<\/p>\n
You left turning the door handle slowly so that the lock would not be heard when the door reached the frame. All I did was wait, you met me waiting, waiting for my brother to finish his game at the pool hall, I waited for you when you told me you had a boyfriend but you loved me and when you went on vacation, sometimes I get tired of waiting but being in the car listening to Tame Impala, while I kiss you and look at your open eyes that reflect nothing before my caresses many times is worth the wait.
\nSometimes, every time I wait for you for something I wonder if you would do it for me, I don't like the idea of thinking that but it happens, maybe I was only born to wait...<\/p>\n
\u201cFinish writing whatever it is you write, you know I don't like waiting for you\u201d you say as you pull my hair back, so I stop doing it, like someday I'm going to stop waiting for you.<\/p>\n