I waste time As a matter of fact I specialize In vacancies of eyes and prose But you don't help me No you don't help me at all I like it Taking up my time Taking up my floor with clothes I own the television Loath the television They told me television's not true I know this I waste time In confusion of talk With scripted lines I wish I had a script for you I'd hold a radio up in your front yard I'd have a hipper bar to take you to Something with fire You would walk in slow motion and I'd smoke lights I wouldn't drive a car that's powder blue It's neither here nor there I Just think you that you could be my after school special I could write you dumb love songs I just think you could be my after school special I could write you dumb love songs Of course the cause of coursing In veins is often born of the Same thing that'll take it away Due course my colors bleed through I'm sure they won't deceive you Of course I'm gonna lead you astray But i'm combing my mind Trying to let you inside It's a cynical kind of place I need a day without rain sometimes Picture perfect in a frame outside holding a Radio up in your front yard The start is all the end we'd have to view Never expired You would walk in slow motion And I'd smoke lights I wouldn't start something I'm afraid to lose It's neither here nor there I Just think you that you could be my after school special I could write you dumb love songs I just think you could be my after school special I could write you dumb love songs