Sep 3, 2024
Title: “Wasted”
Verse 1:
Wearing my faded shirt,
Standing by the sink,
Washing my hands with soap,
But all I do is think of you.
I put my watch on wrong,
Maybe time will turn around,
Buying a few more clocks,
Hoping I can slow it down.
Chorus:
I buy too many pillows,
Searching for comfort zone,
Arriving late on purpose,
Letting fate take its course.
Wasted talent, but I don’t care,
I’m enjoying doing nothing,
Just letting my mind drift away,
Like a message in a bottle,
With a handwritten note.
Verse 2:
Take a sip of my beer,
Bitter like the autumn air,
Summer’s fading into dusk,
Nights are getting cooler now.
Watching water as it flows,
Observing plants as they grow,
Waiting for the cat that won’t come near,
Cleaning my messy room,
As if someone’s coming here.
Chorus:
I wear my shirt inside out,
Thinking it might hide the stains,
Talking to you like you’re listening,
Packing my bag like I’m about to leave.
But I hesitate, wasting time,
Missing yet another chance,
The gambler of opportunities,
Dreaming dreams that slip away.
Bridge:
Standing by the window,
Looking at the cityscape,
High above the chaos,
No glimpse into the abyss.
Just a beautiful view from the rooftop,
Thousands of glowing windows,
Lost in my thoughts,
As the sky turns violet-blue.
Verse 3:
Like the shadows under my eyes,
Overworked and chronically tired,
Searching for meaning, as if it exists,
Stepping out like it’s not too late.
Pressing the tram button,
Hoping the door will open,
But the train leaves without me.
Spending money like I have enough,
Wearing brands like I could afford,
Writing pages long,
As if I have something to say.
Chorus:
Drowning in my pretenses,
As if I were someone else,
Waiting here for you,
Like you’d ever show up.
Breathing in dust and soot,
Acknowledging nature, as if untouched,
Separating indoors from outdoors,
Like there’s a boundary.
Outro:
In this cabin-sized space,
I write like I’m filming a reel,
Looking at you with pleading eyes,
Hoping you feel some pity.
Amidst junkies and narcissists,
I see vulnerability in person,
Fragile like an ancient vase,
Trusting in respectful ways,
Believing in the good,
Seeing the seriousness of it all,
Like the tracks of trampling feet.
Walking the path as if there’s a goal,
Checking my watch like I’ve tracked time,
Staying awake for hours,
As if you’d still reply.
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