Wyatt Moran - Wasting Time
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A dimly lit room
With a dusty floor
Her eyes are something
That he can't seem to ignore
And it’s hard
For her to understand
She doesn't know
That it's his birthday
She’s taking him for granted
One too many times
And she doesn't know
All of the things you both do
In your head
The long summer at night
You lay in bed
And just starve
All the road trips in the car
Just singing along
To the same old songs
In the dark
For sixteen years
Well, maybe it's time to quit
Because by the time you're gone
She'll forget it
With a dusty floor
Her eyes are something
That he can't seem to ignore
And it’s hard
For her to understand
She doesn't know
That it's his birthday
She’s taking him for granted
One too many times
And she doesn't know
All of the things you both do
In your head
The long summer at night
You lay in bed
And just starve
All the road trips in the car
Just singing along
To the same old songs
In the dark
For sixteen years
Well, maybe it's time to quit
Because by the time you're gone
She'll forget it
