waste

I’m trying to kill time but time’s killing me

I’m waiting for the perfect line, so we do two.

Lying in the mushrooms, we’re looking into the tree.

When being high after low, who cares what’s true.

You say it’s magical how the wind makes leaves sway,

I say sure but what good is magic that’s out of reach?

I’m lying, waiting for the next breeze to blow you away.

But if the wind calms down, I will have to impeach.

We’re making bad choices on purpose together,

When nothing is good enough, we become our worst.

Tomorrow’s resolutions postponed to 2000&never.

Waiting for our shot in life, we do two of Tequila first!

Looking for inspiration we’re drowning in the meaningless,

and run to the door of perception under a red exit sign.

Messing around, we get caught up in each other’s mess.

But orbiting around you, will never make the stars align.

With your finger on snooze and your head in the snow,

you tell me what we could and should and might.

But honey, a numb heart has nothing to show.

Fuck the struggling artist, I need to see us fight!