Waste of poetry, waste of hope
Waste of throat, waste of rope
Waste of love, waste of hate
Waste of strength, waste of weight
Waste of tears, waste of smiles
Waste of roads, waste of miles
Waste of me, waste of you
Waste of waste and nothing to do.
Waste of flowers, waste of wine
Checking by heart our deadline
A wasted song, a wasted night
And there’s no way to make it right.
Life is such a waste of time
You can’t even say it’s worth a dirne
You’re a waste of flesh, a waste of skin
I’m a waste of inches, if you get what I mean.