Much, Much Longer

You keep looking for it, find it,
then you move on to the next;
if they try to take it from you,
then you'll break their goddamn necks.
Keep waiting for an answer,
but the truth's eluding you;
it's alluding to the problem
that you don't know what to do.

So the moment keeps you waiting,
much, much longer than it should,
and you wait - for much too, much too long.

Attempt to train your focus,
on the new life that you've found,
but demons haunt your past that
can't be shed by changing towns.
The future haunts you always,
a bright white beacon in your mind.
You mutter to yourself,
"I have the now and that is mine."

So the moment keeps you waiting,
much, much longer than it should,
and you wait - for much too, much too long.

Optimism finds you,
but it fucks you in the end.
See, you got your hopes up,
now you lost your only friend.
You held it for a moment,
so close that you could touch;
you ask for only what was promised,
but it's much too, much too, much.

You only held it in your hand
so you could feel it crush,
and you wait - for much too, much too long.