Wasted Time
Wasted Time

My radios on

I listen to it play,

What else is there to do with my day?

I try to think of a new song,

But everything I write is wrong, wrong, wrong.

Tai's out playing a soccer game,

But come on! It's getting lame.

What do I do instead?

Stare at the ceiling, lying on my bed.

I walk outside, "What a beautiful day"

Is there really anything else I can say?

Gates closed, adventure over, what to do?

Sittin around, being boring old you.

My brain hurts,

I'm tired,

I'm bored to death,

Maybe I'll go out and play catch.

Or I'll just sit around, what's wrong with that?

Lots easier than fighting Myotismon's wrath.

That's what I'll do with my broken time,

Hey, you know this is a good rhyme!

I guess my time wasn't wasted,

I thought up a new song, I like how it tasted.

So I'll sit on the hood of my dad's car,

And sing my new song on my bright red guitar.