Wastebin

I’ve been sitting in the same chair
I’ve been walking in the same old streets
I’ve been washing in the same white sink
There’s something different in the man, I think
I could tell you everything you wanna know
About me, my home and my soul
I could tell you a lot, no doubt
But it’s always what I’m holding out
What you wanna know about? (x6)
What you wanna know abou-out me?
I could tell you that I’m feeling fine
But you can feel it, you can hear when I’m lying
I will tell you that a thousand times
Before I tell you what is on my mind
What you wanna know about? (x6)
What you wanna know abou-out me?
I’ll make it to the end
Or I’ll make it to the wastebin!
But I’ll die trying
Everything, everything, yeah
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I’ll make it to the end
Or I’ll make it to the wastebin!
I’ve been living where the rules are set
Some available but playing hard to get
I can feel it when the ropes get tight
I slip away, I know it ain’t right
I’ve been sleeping in the same bed
I’m running circles in the same head
I can show you my place, no doubt
But it’s always what I’m holding out
What you wanna know about? (x6)
What you wanna know abou-out me?
I’ll make it to the end
Or I’ll make it to the wastebin!
But I’ll die trying
Everything, everything, yeah
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I’ll make it to the end
Or I’ll make it to the wastebin!
I’ll make it to the end
Or the wastebin!
But I’ll die trying
Everything, everything, yeah
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I’ll make it to the end
Or I’ll make it to the wastebin!
I’ll make it to the end
Or the wastebin!