I pedal on and it all beats down The back of my neck and the Sunday sun Ice melts in the sidewalk crack I fall in the dying grass Don't waste my time Mikey laughs at the jokes she told My friends are all here and we're growing old The interstates will hear me out I sing along, I sing along Don't waste my time Draw a line down my life If you find me here, leave me behind Figure eights beneath my nails The Sunday sun makes me feel frail Don't waste my time