you told me not to wait for you

you think i get to choose

but i can't move on, not yet

not until i know whether we win or lose

not until the weather gets better

and the clouds begin to clear

and we finally get some answers

about what we're doing here

not until math starts making sense

and everything is less intense

and you and me can just be us

and this whole mess can be past tense

not until someone proves that god is real

and that it's okay how we feel

so the world can stop hating us

and you can start to heal

and if none of that will ever happen

please just let me know

tell me what we are

or tell me to let go