Neon

How does it feel?
How is it that I can feel?
coz I, I need to know

coz I, I know I can never be enough
to replace your whatever
and I, I think it's shiny and blue
like a dance that see through
coz I, I know I can never be enough
to replace your whatever
now everything is silent,
and everything is still without you near

and every time I see you passing by
I'll just stay here waiting for you
and I will talk to myself
on a lazy Sunday afternoon
and I'll still say that prayer for you
i'll be a little bit proud of me
while trying to be so perfect you'll see
and nothing can compare to
whatever lies out there

Everytime I wait for that bus I wonder...

In life, do we wait for the PERFECT BUS to arrive or are we too afraid of the uncertainty that we'll hop onto the first trip regardless whether that bus will have stop overs or might not journey on to our final destination?

For now, I find it difficult to know if i had chosen the right bus.. Of course I would have been half asleep to notice.