No Sight Screening

There's nothing going on, no potential

No sight screenings filling waste

The drama on the television is even seeming interesting, and I don't care

In a way, it could be considered that my mind is more than withered

But I'd dive into a river, hold your hand until we shiver

Till that one day when you go

Oh no, it's fine

Wasting to the point of potential

Seemingly interesting, such a fake

Crash into a car, unconsidered, I know it has a home and a garage

Can't wait until I meet her, overpriced, at the casino

Though I bought an El Camino, and I drove it down to Reno

And that one day, when my luck rolls a couple of nines

A couple of fives

A couple of nines

A couple of

Just pull my teeth in indecision

Riot-ready molar, taking time

Sense a form of self-inquisition

The killing Spaniard princess drinking wine

So, just move to California

Soder lines into a performer

I guess I'll lie just to meet you

Get a job that makes me heated

Till that one day when you come, and it will all be fine

Till that one day when you come, and it will all be fine