I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground,
you'd prefer an astronaut,
someone to relate to and someone to command,
and I will be a simple man.

I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
it's still the same to me.

It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun,
and I will be an astronaut
for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed,
and I have everything I need.
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
you're still the same to me.

You're a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
You're a waste of a song.