Where do I belong in the scheme of things? Too much time on my hands. Too many hands on my time. There will never be another you. There will never be another me. So, what do you say? When the lights go out, when your eyelids slide shut, when it all goes down. I am waiting unrequited. Yeah, I know how it goes. Don't regret it. You are who you are supposed to be and me I'm still trying to be who I'm supposed to be.