Waste Not, Want Not Lyrics

I find that normally I've got nothing to say

Matter of fact, begrudgingly

A dried up mind with no opinions that ever seem good enough

I'll just keep my mouth shut

I'm thinking of seeking tragedy, to inspire the pen

Or maybe crafting some stories of strangers I don't know

An author on whom I depend

Waste not, want not

Tracking every detail and holding my breath

Average at best

Selling myself short, not much to attest

Still squeezing a sponge I thought I put to rest

Big ideas in few words

Metaphors not heard, or understood

A ship that's being built at sea

Where I am you, and you are me

It doesn't take long to see

For my mind to feel at ease

A constant separation of my mind and voice

A particular directionless ness

Digging trenches, beaten pathways

For days and days and days

I'll see you in the common nuisance

I'll give you my two cents

On tying up loose ends

But I'm not poised to give advice

Judgmental stares from my eyes

Waste not, want not

My seven or eight degrees of separation

Lack of frustration

Little focus, a wandering mind

Fidgeting fingers, beating in time

Tapping and tapping away

Big ideas in few words

Metaphors not heard, or understood

A ship that's being built at sea

Where I am you, and you are me

It doesn't take long to see

For my mind to feel at ease

For my mind to feel at ease

For my mind to feel at ease

The switches always flip

Some things they never stick

It's always running in the background

Formulaic tricks to make you think I get it

But I'm always on the comedown