And I'm waiting. (Waiting for it, waiting for it, waiting for it.)
Do I need a fscking neon sign, dammit?
Are you listening? Listening, c'mon, with your ears, dear?
That's how it goes, the storybook.      Turn the page. Let me see your eyes.
Open the door, grab the handle, c'mon through.
Just c'mon through.     (I'm waiting. Waiting for you.)
ARE YOU WATCHING? THE SIGN'S FLASHING, GOD DAMMIT.
And you're listening, right? Listening with those fancy pierced scene ears.

(Listen. LISTEN TO ME.)
I'm waiting.

Hopefully, you're watching me now, keeping an eye on me now. Hopefully, that's the case. Hopefully. H o p e f u l l y.

You're not.

I know that look. The vacant stare in those pretty shit brown eyes.
You're zoning me out, again.

And I can see it on your skin, the flushed look.
You're nodding, nodding, nodding.
                                                        -Better not be nodding off.-
C'mon, you're listening now, right? (Hopefully.)

Just watch me. I'm waiting for you.