Staring straight with the sky Some kinda day, not much to say: I'm bored at life! Deep sleep (but up in the night) Rolling in bed, and thumbing through bread so stale so I just throw it away Throw it away to decompose, or down the line How you gonna waste your time? Gone through every other phase and flight 'Til someday it feels right-you know it will, how 'bout tonight? And no, I've never known what it's like to be on top of life-but I think it could, I think I might Slow and sunken like a stone through time I wanna waste I wanna waste