After School Special

I waste time
As a matter of fact
I specialize
In vacancies of eyes and prose

But you don't help me
No you don't help me at all
I like it
Taking up my time
Taking up my floor with clothes

I own the television
Loath the television
They told me television's not true
I know this

I waste time
In confusion of talk
With scripted lines
I wish I had a script for you

I'd hold a radio up in your front yard
I'd have a hipper bar to take you to
Something with fire

You would walk in slow motion and I'd smoke lights
I wouldn't drive a car that's powder blue
It's neither here nor there I

Just think you that you could be my after school special
I could write you dumb love songs
I just think you could be my after school special
I could write you dumb love songs

Of course the cause of coursing
In veins is often born of the
Same thing that'll take it away

Due course my colors bleed through
I'm sure they won't deceive you
Of course I'm gonna lead you astray

But i'm combing my mind
Trying to let you inside
It's a cynical kind of place

I need a day without rain sometimes
Picture perfect in a frame outside holding a

Radio up in your front yard
The start is all the end we'd have to view
Never expired

You would walk in slow motion
And I'd smoke lights
I wouldn't start something I'm afraid to lose
It's neither here nor there I

Just think you that you could be my after school special
I could write you dumb love songs
I just think you could be my after school special
I could write you dumb love songs