i'd like your hair long and ladeled to the ground
but you'd prefer an astronaut
someone to relate to and someone to command
and i would be a simple man
i could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine
a wasted string of years, and a wasted string of lies
it's still the same to me
it's a waste of a song
you're a waste of my lungs
it's a waste of a song
i'd like your face gone and in its place the sun
and i would be an astronaut
for i have come to surface to catch some light and feed
and i have everything i need
and i could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine
a wasted string of years, and a wasted string of lies
you're still the same to me
you're a waste of a song
you're a waste of my lungs
it's a waste of a song