Waiting for more
I find myself pacing the floor
Look at the clock
It's running like glue
What am I to do but
Scan for what I've got
Find something to arouse my thoughts
Let's laugh at nothing like its actually a lot
Or maybe we can go and smoke some pot
Why not
Time passes by like its nothing
Why am I sitting by
Grind me to a stump and bleed my ideas dry
This pressures making me so tongue-tied
Can we take some time
To plan out what's next
I've been too lazy and I am filled with regrets
Inside my head for most of the day
Feeling so grey
I'm in a haze
In some sentimental way
I'm tossing and turning over things that I didn't say