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.