Wasting staring at the door again How many moments have gone? How many monuments will fall down? How many moments slip away While I waste and stare? Lately, I see no sense in it I'd trade my life for a cigarette I take it I waste it I take it I take it I fill my head I fill my mind I take it off I waste away You're a bruise, a bleed You've got no place to go I've hated you since you left your mark on my home I'm always scraping the bottom of the barrel It's me against the world, I'm fucking ferrell