F           B         F 
I am red in tooth and claw  
F                     B                 F 
God's favorite child, bloodied from the brawl  
F                   B          F   C  B 
This bitterness was killing me all along  
F        C       F 
I am not waiting anymore x2 


Blowing through time like nickel slots  
In a windowless room, on a credit card 
Flash it like a semaphore, a vague, drafty metaphor 
I am not waiting anymore 


            C                         Dm            B 
I've been a keen eyed observer of the movements of concentric parts  
Gm                     F                                C 
Of bodies of bones and breasts and unmapped chambers of hearts 


Sand in hand has turned to glass  
A Jeroboam filled with a life that's passed  
Toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash  
I am not waiting anymore 


I spent eight long years working on my screenplay  
It's a teen movie with young actresses that plays to the middle aged 


I have read between the lines  
I have been wrong every time  
It burned up on the alter, but I am fine  
I am not waiting anymore x3