On Your Plate

Worn out
Cold winter
Thick skin is getting thinner
I don't seem to know
What you think about me
You say you're busy
You say you've got something to do
I'll wait, I'm waiting
But on the inside I turn blue
You call my name so softly
Your tender voice
It kills me
I'm passing time
You say you're busy
You say you've got something to do
I'll wait, I'm waiting
But on the inside I turn blue