Moss

I spent too much time
Waiting for you, Waiting in line
Pushing behind
To the back of my mind
All the little things you say
Watching the hours fade away
Hanging on to doubtful fate
And every time I am too late
The past creeps back and kills surprise
That the plans we make are only lies
Tangled up in your disguise
A hero who tends to every cry
And though your heart is made of gold
The burden of your heavy load
Is that to friends which you bestow
There's no time for me I'm told
We're like a rock that has no roll
A precious stone that's growing mold
I give my heart, it can't be sold
It must be made of fools gold