Waffle Cones Lyrics - Singles - Bobby Meader Music

Sick of being on time 

It's been six weeks since my last glass of wine 

I'm sick of all the gossip 

Just get me the papers so I know where to sign 

Love will come eventually 

For all the nights that I felt cheap 

If everyone could sing right along what else would we have in mind? 

Happiness is singing your best friends song 

For the ones we'll always love 

We are waiting for the west coast and the east coast to feel our sound 

Set us up we'll turn it down 

Cause we'Il be close to another town 

I wish I could say the ones we love would never come 

That's why we keep going on 

Happiness is singing your best friends song 

For the ones we'll always love 

We are waiting for the west coast and the east coast to feel our sound 

And you always wanted more but I couldn't give it to you could I? 

You said that life was a trip 

That you'd watch it drown 

And now the ties of a family is what slowly drips down 

From every last cell that's beaten me down