Quater past three…

You Found Me ~ The Fray

Closed door….

Why? and Me?

Where? and Now?

What? and Do?

Will? and I?

“Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me

Why’d you have to wait to find me, to find me?