I am sitting at home again
Waiting to be inspired
Observing the wasteland
Of my mind
But only a hollow sound
Is bouncing off the walls
Three weeks have passed
Since I went out

Don't stick around
Cause you will be wasting your time
Just hit the ground
I think I'm really dried out

I crumple the empty page
Missing the trash can by far
Pity my brain got
Left behind
I'm trying to find the words
'Cause this gets a little bizzarre
Now I'm the one waiting
For a sign

Don´t stick around
Cause you will be wasting your time
Just hit the ground
I think I'm really dried out