Whatever
I've been wasting time waiting for a line to say
Some way I could speak the truth
They never come around I've been feeling down
But maybe someday I'll forget them too

I've been wasting time waiting for a line to say
Some way I could speak the truth
They never come around I've been feeling down
But maybe someday I'll forget them too

What a waste of time, trading quarters for a dime

Everybody leaves‚ that's what's killing me
I'm always on my own again
I can't remember when the last time was I
Could call you my best friend

What a waste of time‚ trading quarters for a dime
But at the end of the night‚ I'm still alone

What's the point of writing songs
If you don't have an audience
Or anyone to enjoy it with?
Whatever
What's the point of writing songs
If you don't have an audience
Or anyone to enjoy it with?
Whatever

What's the point of writing songs
If you don't have an audience
Or anyone to enjoy it with?
Whatever