And that's right I'm a little selfish And sometimes I cannot help it But when I play I get the feeling That no one is living no more. So we're talking over some coffee Almond milk foamed cappuccino, We exchange all of our heady unimportant yet dignified stories Ranging from Italy to Paris At this point I cannot stand myself. And the conversation is of the like suddenly 5:15. It's like I met you at the bus stop With an hour of time to k**. It's like I met you at the bus stop With an hour of time to k**. Before this vehicle takes to distance And I that I think you're pretty and I still Wouldn't mind to kiss you on the soft lips But I can't stand that I'm here So I'm just eating my time away I'm eating my time away I'm eating my time away I'm eating my time away I'm eating my time away, Sitting with you. Standing with you. Longing for you. Just hating you. Watching you fade From out of view. Oh I hate you. Oh I hate you. You're wasting my time. You're wasting my time. You're wasting my time. You're wasting our time.