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 they're hanging around Ah Maybe this time Maybe this time we'll be fine We could make shapes out of old days 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 days 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 days 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