Waste of Time
Sick of this ceiling
And tired of the bedroom floor
Swimming in the hallway
Looking for an open door
I've tried to sleep
I've sung these songs before
They come back to me in different colors
These shadows and numbers are staring me down
Yeah, I hate the feeling of hanging around
Maybe this time maybe this time
We'll be fine
We could make shapes out of old ways
Watch them fight the sky
The mind is a cage no bird is used to
When we fly, whatever we make is never
A waste of time
Breathing my demons funny how they all blow smoke
Talking to the good ones
And laughing at the songs we wrote
I've had this dream, a little less intense when I'm sleeping
And my tongue keeps speaking different colors
These shadows and numbers keep staring my down
Ooh you know I hate it when they do that
Maybe this time maybe this time
We'll be fine
We could make shapes out of old ways
Watch them fight the sky
The mind is a cage no bird is used to
When we fly, whatever we make is never
A waste of time
Maybe this time maybe this time
We'll be fine
We could make shapes out of old ways
Watch them fight the sky
The mind is a cage no bird is used to
When we fly, whatever we make is never
A waste of time