I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground, you'd prefer an astronaut
someone to relate to and someone to command, and I will be a simple man.
I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, it's still the same to me.
It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.
I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun, and I will be an astronaut
for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed, and I have everything I need.
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, you're still the same to me.
You're a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
You're a waste of a song