I am sitting at home again Waiting to be inspired Observing the wasteland Of my mind But only a hollow sound Is bouncing off the walls Three weeks have pa**ed Since I went out Dont stick around Cause you will be wasting your time Just hit the ground I think Im really dried out I crumple the empty page Missing the trash can by far Pity my brain got Left behind Im trying to find the words Cause this gets a little bizzarre Now Im the one waiting For a sign Don´t stick around Cause you will be wasting your time Just hit the ground I think Im really dried out