Still Puzzled...

So I'm waiting by a phone for the blessed ring
Like a holy grail for the fisher king
Time is ticking down like a metronome
Rhythm for my brain, and its ceaseless scales
I never seem to play them to the beat I hear
Though my heartbeat is a beat that beats so near

So I'm changing who I am
'Cause what I am's not good
And I know you love me now
But I don't see why you should
And I don't see why you should
No, I don't see why you should

So we had a talk last night about the heavy blow
That you dealt in fright, your back against the wall
It was a puzzle piece, important to the whole
That I may not find to place within the hole
I never seem to put them in the gaps I see
Like a puzzle with the pieces lost you need


So I drift into the air like a moth to light
Down the boulevard to a coffee shop
In the land of song, in the land of waits
My pen is bearing down on this lonely town
I never seem to write them down as good as him
Like I somewhere lost the keys that let me in

- Matt Slocum, "I've Been Waiting"