Thought I’d leave with no breath left to breathe
Thought by now I’d be swept off my feet
I told Cliché, “Hey, what about me?!”
“A little certainty, please”

Cos’ I was told it hits harder than this
Like a thunderbolt or a bag full of bricks
So when a feather brushed over my lips
Guess it ain’t like they say it is

Maybe just a little longer til’ it’s clear
Til’ I shake with something more than fear
Maybe another 52 weeks
Til’ the touch of your hand gets me weak
Til’ proof is laid down at my door
That you were worth waiting for

I wasn’t warned, no, I wasn’t told
That first sight won’t tell you all you need to know
That time is worth taking to let good things grow
Before you reap what you’ve sown

Maybe just a little longer til’ it’s clear
Til’ I shake with something more than fear
Maybe another 52 weeks
Til’ the touch of your hand gets me weak
Til’ proof is bursting through my door
That you were worth waiting for