I'm sorry for wasting your time
But I've been wasting mine to get here
And I can apologise
But I'll never make it up to you
Ever again
Again
I'll pack up all my things
You won't even notice I've been gone
You never have
And I leave everything to you in my will
But you'll find alternatives
At record shops, and corner stores, and flour mills
And I've got
Breath in my lungs
But I waste it here
Take what you want of me
Leave what you don't
I'll be fine