LYRICS: Wasting Time

From the album, You May Love Them Too. Written and recorded in London, England, December 2007. As part of a final theatre assignment, the songs were created in response to the female characters from various theatre shows we had seen. Including Rafta, Rafta, The Merchant of Venice, The Five Wives of Maurice Pinder and this one, based off of my experience from Punchdrunk's Masque of the Red Death.

~Wasting Time in this Place~

So full of questions not knowing why I’ve come to this place

Try to keep my mind from judging, although I feel displaced

And now I find that the bubble’s been popped I’m so lost but

I keep on going and going without knowing why

Won’t you tell me why

I’m wasting time in this place

How I long for some breathing space

I’ve found no story in this space, just some boys, girls and a headcase

What was there, didn’t know what to find, Guess I’ll keep looking to the end of time

What I do find is that the freedom turns to pain starving for light again

I am frightened by this uncharted domain

Can’t they tell me why

I’m wasting time in this place

A life awaiting something worth creating

I keep wondering was this what I came for, an eccentric mishmash piece

I keep wishing that I’d been warned or, given a second chance

And I find that I’m far too reflective, I keep rejecting

What could’ve been good is misunderstood

Seven weeks pass by I’m still consumed by

Thoughts of being displaced

Too far away from, too long a time for

The idea I’ve now embraced

I’m just wasting time

Wasting time in this place

How I’ve become a disgrace