Waste of Time - Lostboycrow

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

Ah, 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 me down

Ooh you know I hate it when they do that

Ah, 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

Ah, 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

Never a waste, never a waste of time

Never a waste, never a waste of time