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 can tell you everything you want to 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 me?
I can tell you that I'm feeling fine
But you can feel, you can hear it 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 me?
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
But I'll die trying everything, everything
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I'll leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
I've been living where the rules aren't set
So available, but playing hard to get
I can feel it when the ropes get tight
I slipped away and 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 me?
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
But I'll die trying everything, everything
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I'll leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
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 can tell you everything you want to 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 me?
I can tell you that I'm feeling fine
But you can feel, you can hear it 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 me?
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
But I'll die trying everything, everything
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I'll leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
I've been living where the rules aren't set
So available, but playing hard to get
I can feel it when the ropes get tight
I slipped away and 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 me?
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
But I'll die trying everything, everything
No time spent on innocence, innocence
And I'll leave my prints on everyone, everyone
I'll make it to the end!
Or I'll make it to the waste bin!
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Erickson, Bobby Desjarlais, Anders Erickson, Kyle Erickson
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