I'm sorry to waste your time.
It isn't a big deal.
It's just life you know
Maybe it's not even real
I'm sorry to waste your time
You have better things to do
I'm not even sure of
What I want from you
I'm really just burning time
Which is a little funny
Because people get paid for time
And I wouldn't burn money
But I just keep burning time
I don't know what remains
I don't know if it burns faster
For chaos, chasms, pains.
I don't know if I am master
For these time-fueled ember rains
Which actually...have eaten up
The space for me to say
Whatever I was thinking of
Before you walked away.