We Will Be Disappointed Together

The Myriad

Album You Can't Trust A Ladder

I'm waiting with my arms up high
My eyes pulled tight to lines of worry
That you won't meet me here tonight
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at nothing?
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at all?
Tonight we will be disappointed together
This sickness for you hands abounding
Like some holy disease
A perfect symphony resounding