Waste of Time - Bea Miller/Lostboycrow

Sick of this ceiling and tired of the bedroom floor

Swimming in the hallways looking for an open door

I've tried to sleep I've sung these songs before before

They come back to me in different colours

These shadows and numbers are staring me down me down

Yeah I hate the feeling they're hanging around

Aaah maybe this time maybe this time we'll be fine

We could make shapes out of old ways

Watch them fight the sky

The mind is a cage no bird is used to

When we fly whatever we make is never a waste of time

Breathing my demons

Funny how they all blow smoke

Talking to the good ones

And laughing at the songs we wrote

I've had this dream a little less intense when I'm sleeping

And my tongue keeps speaking different colors

Haaaa

These shadows and numbers keep staring me down staring me down

Ooh you know I hate it when they do that

Aaah maybe this time maybe this time we'll be fine

We could make shapes out of old ways

Watch them fight the sky

The mind is a cage no bird is used to

When we fly whatever we make is never a waste of time

Hooo

Aaah maybe this time maybe this time we'll be fine fine

We could make shapes out of old ways

Watch them fight the sky

The mind is a cage no bird is used to

When we fly whatever we make is never a waste of time

Time ooo

Never a waste never a waste of time

Never a waste never a waste of