The Waste of Time
Here I am again, I’m on my own again with you. We’re watching episodes 4,5,6 again but we’ll pretend there’s only two.
And you know that when we’re watching, we’re not talking. You say “I love you,” I say “I love you” but I don’t know that it means a lot to you.
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And it means nothing in my Millenium Falcon, I can go anywhere that I want to go. And I’m back in school, trying to keep all my clothes on.
But that old familiar feeling that comes when films are ending, unstoppably descending back down to Earth again.
I’ve not got anything to do, I’m frantically searching for a film or comic book so I don’t have to look at you.
And you know that when you’re talking, I’m not listening. You say “I love you,” I smile politely and think of people that I could be talking to.
CHORUS
And that old familiar feeling that comes when it’s all ending, unstoppably descending down to a place I don’t want to go.
CHORUS
And that old familiar feeling that comes with over-thinking. Can’t stop myself descending down, but I’d do anything to stop myself from feeling like this.
I’m a waste of time. A back without a spine. Just a waste of time. A body without a mind.