Quietly Complaining

Dying here,
on the phone.
No one's talking.
In my head,
I can hear angels laughing.
But she won't ever say
what she's thinking.
Sunday best,
unimpressed.
My good suit wasted.
He knows.
She knows.
Everyone but me knows.
Oh, please, help me.
Won't somebody tell me?
How long will I be waiting,
soaking wet in the rain?
I'll just stand here,
quietly complaining.
Hard to breathe,
memories
casting shadows.
Missing words,
little clues,
overthinking.
What do I?
Why do I?
No one tells me.
In my head,
I still hear the angels laughing.
He knows.
She knows.
Everyone but me knows.
Oh, please, help me.
Won't somebody tell me?
How long will I be waiting,
soaking wet in the rain?
I'll just stand here,
quietly complaining.
She's inside,
warm and dry,
and I'm all wet.
Down and low,
getting old.
I'm not dead yet,
but I'm just a ghost to her.
I just want things how they were.
(how they were)
How long should I keep waiting,
pouring myself down the drain?
How long will I be waiting,
soaking wet in the rain?
I'll just stand here,
quietly complaining.
(I'll just stand here)
I'll just stand here,
quietly complaining.