Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps, watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?

Stop in for a bit
Take a seat, have a drink, get comfortable
I know what you like, and I know that it's so hard to find
Don't scratch that itch, it's not easy to be flexible
But I can't lie, I admit that I've been wasting all my time

Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps, watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?

What mistake is ever to be made
When you're following your dreams
And it's nothing what it seemed at all?
I don't know if I'm made in the shade
Or patiently in wait for nothing
You're good at finding the right excuse
But you don't like it when you do

Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps, watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?

I could sit here forever with nothing to say
I could sit here forever and waste away
It's funny how it all works out the same, whoa, oh, oh
And maybe it's enough to go insane, oh, oh, oh

Stop in for a bit
Take a seat, have a drink, get comfortable
I know what you like, and I know that it's so hard to find
Don't scratch that itch, it's not easy to be flexible
But I can't lie, I admit that I've been wasting all my time

Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps, watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?

I could sit here forever with nothing to say
I could sit here forever and waste away