Waster by Max Bemis and the Painful Splits Lyrics

I seem to split my jeans
With each stride that i take
Muddled by the past
And the ghosts of my mistakes
With coffee as my fuel
Or a zombie's lurching stance
I pace and pry away
With the devil's idol hands

And i waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams

God is in the sky
And he's annoyed by my true voice
I choose to let him down
As if there ever were a choice
How am i even loved?
How am i a married man?
Why do they even care
Why I'm allowed to start a band?
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams

Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams
Waste it all on dreams