Tekster: Knockout Theory. Killing The Past. Waste.

I sit here all day long, singing the same song
A page in the scrapbook is where I belong
What?s the point in getting out
Conversing is just plain wrong
I once took a day job, but that didn?t last long
When I worked the counter, we somehow got robbed
Leave it or take it, ?cause this life right here is right where I belong

It?s no secret ? I?m a waste
A clear misuse of space
Take me back to my own happy, imaginary place
Yeah, please ? let me rest in peace

I sit here all day long, beating myself at pong
My mom pays the rent ? how could I go wrong
I can?t acknowledge that some people make it after all
I try being social, but that takes a toll on me
Sooner or later, I?m gonna? explode
Nothing beats solitude, who cares if you?re nothing
Nothing at all

It?s no secret ? I?m a waste
A clear misuse of space
Take me back to my own happy, imaginary place
Yeah, please ? let me rest in peace
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