Spending my money for words, for response...I'm buying my time...I'm pleading my time...Undying words, though they linger in moments...I'm discounting feeling...on you, wasting rhyme...I'm dismounting feelings...On you, wasting rhyme...Through dim lit numb nights, I'm singing in past tense...A sucker for hope and my hope long denied...I'm giving my all for a glimpse of a little...This anticipation works less on my side.