So many hours of wasted time and all the people passing by. Patiently, I don't know what I'm waiting for.
I'm not even sure I know you anymore.
Paved my way on concrete daydreams of another time.
What's lost is always mine.
I lost my hat along the way and I know I've been beat up for the effort.
I can't drink this one away, it comes back through the songs I play.
I remember that time.
Innocence is lost through time.
You can hate me if you want to.
Waking up with my laces tied together.
I promise it will get better, and what seems like wasted time may wind up being the best days of my life.
