On the bench waiting for anything,
what, i hear something,
screaming your lungs our for him to stop,
guess what, he's not,
calling him on the cell,
he'll come back,
you know it, you can tell,
at his house, he turns on some Allison Kraus,
inside you smoke a bowl,
drink a beer, there goes your soul,
fumes from waterproof boot spray,
wanting to leave but you stay,
in his room you sit,
waiting a lil' bit,
three minutes go by,
where is this guy,
he casually enters,
what the heck, chicken nuggets and ketchup?
