Waste Lyrics

And I'm a waste of space

A Waste of oxygen

6 feet under

I ain't even worth the box I'm in

I'm coming off this high I need Suboxone and

A space between the shadows where the light won't hit

Can't see you in the state I'm in

Fuck am I to do?

Put myself in this position

Why the fuck I'm mad at you?

Why the fuck it matter too?

Walk around in circles

Still can't change that Fucking attitude

And That's the Fucking truth

Dirty laundry

Wash my clothes off

See Ima take this line and then I'll doz off

Pressure in this pain

Girl I'm the patron saint of Zoloft

Patience in my name

Girl I been patient for that phone call

I bet your busy

That's okay cause I'm still hopeful

Call me when you get this

Message

Here I even left a

Number

You only one to

Make a

Difference

Kept from going under

I wish shit was different

Envisioned what we would have become and

I was too ambitious

I'm guessing I had it coming

Clouds approach me

Greet me at my darkest

Baby make my way to darkness

Mind and body spirit depleted

I know my soul been starving

My legs are broken

Path been open

Ain't no way to walk it

And I'm outta focus

Bet you noticed

Ain't no shame in watching

Ain't no shame in talking

Long as someone listen

When I was acting odd

And swear to god that nothings different

You would call my fucking bluff

And help me make it through my sickness

I just pray you're open to forgiveness

It ain't your fault

Don't blame yourself for me succumbing to thoughts

I know conscience laying under my thoughts

But I don't hear from it much

Know death been coming

I don't fear it too much

Maybe I'm Ignorant

Or maybe I Ignore the torture

Time with you is priceless

But my life ain't worth a fortune

If my life

Flash before me

And my eyes do focus on it

All I'd ever see is you

And I

That's all I really wanted

But I don't

And I'm a waste of space

A Waste of oxygen

6 feet under

I ain't even worth the box I'm in

I'm coming off this high I need Suboxone and

A space between the shadows where the light won't hit

Can't see you in the state I'm in

Fuck am I to do?

Put myself in this position

Why the fuck I'm mad at you?

Why the fuck it matter too?

Walk around in circles

Still can't change that Fucking attitude

And That's the Fucking truth

Dirty laundry

Wash my clothes off

See Ima take this line and then I'll doz off

Pressure in this pain

Girl I'm the patron saint of Zoloft

Patience in my name

Girl I been patient for that phone call

I bet your busy

That's okay cause I'm still hopeful