You're wasting my time and I'm getting older as time passes by I'm not getting over you.
Don't take the sign, I liked how you cluelessly fell in my arms and escaped from the tide.
I'm so wasted, overrated.
I swear I'll stay by your side, but don't burn my chances, I know where I'm standing.
And I'll write a bunch of songs just to get your attention.
As my pen slowly dries out, so does my patience.
And I hope you'll hear me out, 'cause I'm writing down my heart to you.
Now it doesn't matter.
I'd still rather burn a page or two.
Lately I've been losing my voice singing the songs that will fill up this void of vague empty promises.
I'll break down the wall and keep standing tall, carelessly pointing your every flaw.
I'm so wasted, overrated.
I'll write for you one last time; but don't ask me why, my intentions are blind.
And I'll write a bunch of songs to get your attention.
As my pen slowly dries out, so does my patience.
And I hope you'll hear me out, 'cause I'm writing down my heart to you.
Now it doesn't matter.
I'd still rather burn a page or two.
Burn the page!
Burn it down!
And I'll write a bunch of songs to get your attention.
As my pen slowly dries out, so does my patience.
And I hope you'll hear me out, 'cause I'm writing down my heart to you.
Now it doesn't matter.
I'd still rather burn a page or two (don't keep me waiting).