These Are The Sounds of Days That Are Passed

I;m so high that when I look down
I can barely make out my feet on the ground
Don't you dare grab my hand, try to lead me around
I just wanna lean back, black out and listen to the sounds

Of days that have passed me by

One too many dramatic coffee time chats
A few too many drunken nights that were nothing more than that
I never did get, down and dirty yet
My shoes feel worn and my feet feel wet

It's in my

Mind you, I'm not sure how hard I tried
Though I'd dream of Hawthorne and fantasize
I never took full advantage of the night
The city offered up I just shrugged and let it slide

How selfish am I

I'm a rubber ball, I'm a wooden peg
I'm a broken alarm clock
I'm bouncing around from place to place
Trying to fit in and failing to wake myself up

To opportunity slipping me

By and by, I've squandered my time
Is this a learning experience or just a sign
Just a second ago I was on track, turn it all back
And give it one more chance

You don't have to start over
I'm not starting over
I may be going back
But I'm not giving in
And I'm not starting over

Again

Maybe I try too hard to believe
This built personality
And maybe I need to say goodbye
To this time and concede

It never did anything for me
It's okay to say it's been a waste
It's been a waste