I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground, you'd prefer an astronaut
Someone to relate to and someone to command, and I will be a simple man
I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, it's still the same to me

It's a waste of a song
It's a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs
It's a waste of a song

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun, and I will be an astronaut
For I have come to surface to catch some light and feed, and I have everything I need
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, you're still the same to me

You're a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs
It's a waste of a song

It's a waste of a song
You're a waste of my lungs
You're a waste of a song