Hey there my princess, I think I've seen you here before.
You watch yourself aging in the stained glass of the front door.
You say, "Was it all worth it and why did I give it away?"
The questions you build up inside you can't drive them away
you swear yourself by singing

Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time?

Hey there you poet, I've seen you write that line before.
You feel yourself losing. You feel your thoughts slipping away.
You say, "Why don't they like this and why do I give it away?"
The doubts that coalesce in your mind, you can't drive them away
You swear your life by singing

Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time?
Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time?

Hey there you seamstress, I've seen you sew that dress before.
You tug at the seams and your pull all your hemming away.
I've got to save something. There must be something here to save.
The pointless progression you swear your life by every day
You swear your life by singing

Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time?
Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time singing?
Why you gotta waste your,
Why you gotta waste your,
Why you gotta waste your time?
Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?

Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time?
Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?
Why you gotta waste your time, Girlia?

Hey there my princess, I think I've seen you here before.