Slow News Day

My bucket list kicks the bucket like seventy times per day
And the viscous air in this waiting room
Seems to be made out of clay
I can't quite mould into art
It's the waiting that's the worst part
'Cause talent is fickle and luck is a lie
And hard work, well it's hard

The melodies in my head just don't seem to resolve
They're ridiculous and repetitive
And by God they're getting old
I can't quite wait for their ending to start
It's the waiting that's the worst part
I got too much potential and too little time
And by foot it's a slow climb

I've wasted all this time

You know I can't help but feel a bit short-changed
I've been playing against cheaters
With their hands all rearranged
I'm doomed to lose from the start
It's the waiting that's the worst part

I've wasted all this time
Trying to get out these woods but I find
That no matter where I turn
The path leads back
This is where I'm at