Staring At The Ceiling

Please allow me to bring you up to speed

Oh man, it's amazing how you don't see

You'd still complain if the rope on your noose was frayed

Please forgive me for coming off as rude

I didn't mean to come clean with such an attitude

But it's original sinning to sing somebody else's tunes

And try to say they're yours

For all we've ignored

You act so bored

And talk in circles

As we wax pathetic in a round til the sun goes down

And disagree on your delusions of successful sound

For where you stand, you're much too proud

So you're staring at the ceiling

While I'm staring at a coffee table full of stalemates and click tracks

I'm just one more friend that you sent back

That you sent back

While I sat back

While I sat back