Kickaround

So I guess I'll make due
 with all that was handed down
 and shyly return
 from this all night kickaround
 Quiet and cursed
 these tired bones demured
 to shuffle it homeward
 it's all I could endure
 And have I waited too long
 or did I not wait long enough?
 These old walls remind me
 I guess I was hoping for something more
 So lost in the live touch
 of comfort and company
 and whisper so coy
 and all that surrounded me
 And after we walk
 down avenues endlessly
 and stave the sunrise
 from afirming our misery
 And have I waited too long
 or did I not wait long enough?
 I put it all behind me
 I guess I was hoping for something more
 I guess I was hoping for something more