When the Time Is Never Right - American Head Charge

I don’t expect you to ever understand

What it is that moves inside of me

Always expected to bear the worst of it

Expectations to be first

It is just something to shake your fragile little tree

I’m ripping all your fruit away

That you grip so tightly

So no one can taste it

Because I know you hate it

When the time is never right

I’m luring in the guilt

Perfection torments me

To see them all through your eyes from above

Soaked in all the sweat and all the blood

Doomed within without

Soaked in the sweat and all the blood

Doomed within

It is just something to shake your fragile little tree

I’m ripping all your fruit away

That you grip so tightly

So no one can taste it

Because I know you hate it

When the time is never right

This lasting impression when I close my eyes

Is haunting me and wishing me well

This lasting impression when I close my eyes

Is haunting me and wishing me well

It’s haunting me

It is just something to shake your fragile little tree

I’m ripping all your fruit away

That you grip so tightly

So no one can taste it

Because I know you hate it

When the time is never right

When the time is never

When the time is never right