I know a thing or two about waiting.

I know I don’t act like it, or make it known,

but I know a thing or two about waiting.

He says “You’re frustrating, I don’t know where we stand, or whether what I’ll say will make you stay or leave.”

I walk away.

He shouts “I’m not done talking.”

I keep walking.

See, I know a thing or two about waiting, because sometimes…you have to keep still,

Hold your peace,

Treasure your silence so you can see who you truly are.

I know a thing or two about waiting…

Oh…there goes my bus!