Waste

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