Text: Dishwalla. Pet Your Friends. Explode.

Bouncing and pounding, my head the backboard
I need release to let it flow
And I was ready, really ready
I was ready to explode

Oh wasted time, oh wasted time
Wasted time, wasted time
Wasted time

All these revisions, all of them written
And Broadway needs a song to sing
Sentences broken as they are spoken
Feel the ink spill so unclean

Oh wasted time, oh wasted time
Wasted time, wasted time
Wasted time, wasted time

Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted