Track 11 (scratched Out) Lyrics - The Matches

wake up and waste a day 

chase away 

a day at a time 

and waste away 

clean-faced today 

clean taste today 

toothpaste makes my 

orange juice sour 

waste an hour 

or so 

my shower 

is slow 

the flowers 

that grow 

outside of my window 

are blooming 

I'm assuming 

that you're comin' over soon 

it's almost half past four 

and you called here at noon 

'cause there's a picture 

that you wanna see 

now I'm not even good at 

being me 

anymore. 

She got nicotine-basted 

lungs 

wasted thumbs 

and one of them asphalt 

tastin' tongues 

she wakes up 

to alarm 

her make-up 

is still on 

and she can't remember 

why she set the damn thing 

her heart is a machine 

art is meant to be seen 

not felt 

not heard 

it's just paint 

they're just words 

and fingers are for feeling 

fists are for beating 

scabs are for healing 

and blood is for bleeding 

that's just how 

I used to be 

but I'm not even good at 

being me 

anymore. 

I wake up and waste an hour 

pace and glower 

at the TV set wasting power 

and aching in my head 

I'm banking in the red 

and compulsively charging cd's to my account 

So come out 

Jenny 

It's getting late 

You Jersey girls like to make boys wait 

now it's too late 

in the day 

for a matinee 

and I ain't got the 

money to pay 

for you anyway 

what should I say? 

I know it ain't how it 

used to be 

but I'm not good 

at being me 

anymore. 

[Note: in first release of "E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals" 

instead of 

"Jenny 

It's getting late 

You Jersey girls like to make boys wait" 

it's 

"Virginia 

Don't make me wait 

You Catholic girls start much too late"]