I Wanna Waste My Life

My throne is a couch full of empty cans

And busted hearts, and busted hands

My god is a worn out TV screen

With no more blues, and no more greens

The cigarettes taste like coconut trees

Nobody ever asks about the scrapes on your knees

We’re taping up our windows for the drunken seas

And sweating out our evils to the pulsing strings

If this is all a waste of time

I wanna waste my life

Sweating on the porch and cramped under the stairs

Packing sweaty bodies onto tables and chairs

Puddles of beer, lost lighters, and phones

Walls of white noise filter jovial drones

Out on the grass, the vibrating haze

We’re watching the dark crumble to day

Goodnights, goodbyes to the promise within

Waiting until it can happen again

If this is all a waste of time

I wanna waste my life