Black and white picture of her on my wall I waited for her call She always kept me waiting..

Mark laid on his bed bored out of his mind just waiting for his warped tour lover to call him back, strumming mindlessly on his bass that was lying on his lap, coming up with a little tune as he stared at the picture of you on his wall

Humming a little tune and getting into it, closing his eyes and nodding his head. Before he could get too into it he’s interrupted by his phone ringing loudly..