I get it you have plenty of other things to pass the time that don't involve me
Well that's ok, but that's not how I am
I'm the boy who had to much time on his hands
I wrote down for the better part of a year my thoughts
It dug me into the biggest rut
This is what I get for trying
This is what I get when I care
You're the artist and I'm the rough draft
I'm the landscape that doesn't make it into the final product
I'm a bad choice, I'm the ink that ran out
I'm the marker that broke, I'm your thoughts headed south
I'm a catch, I'm a moving target that you always fail to hit
I am nothing more than a piece of your life that you could never fit
I'll wish you well, I'll wish you well when this is all said and done
And I'll wish and I'll wish