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letra de wasted words - jhaphadha

[verse:]
maybe i’ll stay a one-man band
but another day with you is more than i can stand
i’ll try to fix things and you still won’t
d-mned if i do and d-mned if i don’t

[pre-chorus:]
you went behind my back, hung me out to dry
made me feel useless, made me wanna die
and the most you can muster is an “i don’t know”
you treat me like dirt, and it goes to show

[chorus:]
all these wasted words start to waste away
and i’m wasting my life i’m wasting the day
dwellin’ too hard on the trouble that you cause
’cause i can’t stand you standin’ so pretty
on the top of the hill, demandin’ my pity
and while you get applause
just take a moment and pause
and let me mourn the loss of my wasted words

[verse:]
stumble inside, into the dark
just to douse the flame and snuff out the spark
and you still complain about the sleep you need
while you stay up late with your whiskey and weed
[pre-chorus:]
you went behind my back, hung me out to dry
made me feel useless, made me wanna die
and the most you can muster is an “i don’t know”
you treat me like dirt, and it goes to show

[chorus:]
all these wasted words start to waste away
and i’m wasting my life, i’m wasting the day
dwellin’ too hard on the trouble that you cause
’cause i can’t stand you standin’ so pretty
on the top of the hill, demandin’ my pity
and while you get applause
just take a moment and pause
and let me mourn the loss of my wasted words

[bridge:]
your mind full of fog, your lung full of tar
a sorry tune from your untuned guitar
we could’ve been something wonderful, but then you cast it all aside
when you hopped in the van
to go as far as you can
and then the dream died
don’t say you’re sorry
you know you’re not
enjoy your calamari
and the money that you’ve got
enjoy your rolls-royces
and enjoy the breeze
as i toil ‘neath the sun
and get ready to free
[guitar solo:]

[chorus:]
all these wasted words start to waste away
and i’m wasting my life, i’m wasting the day
dwelling too hard on the trouble that you cause
’cause i can’t stand you standin’ so pretty
on the top of the hill, demandin’ my pity
and while you get applause
struttin’ ’round like you’re the boss
just take a moment and pause
bite me, scratch me, with your claws
and let me mourn the loss of my wasted words

[outro:]

- jhaphadha

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