Killing Time...

I wonder wats goin on wrong
Why i'm always being frowned upon
Why's everythin slipping out of my hands

Why can't i walk straight anymore
Why i'm always on a mind tour
The world's spinning around me and i'm the axis

Nothing seems to chime
I'm robbed of every single dime
The world has made me grime
I'm good for nothin but...
Killing time...

I hate the word interesting
Everything in my life's so disgusting
I wanna fly but the sky seems to be coming down

I don't wanna see the light
I like the darkness of graphite
Every color of my life have fallen into the night

All i have is wine
Thats my favourite pastime
Mixing vodka with lime
I'm good for nothin but...
Killing time...