Waste

You never sweep me off my feet You never put me in the ground You let me question endlessly Why do I wander when I'm found Why I wonder when you looked away Did you see the otherwise Melancholy on my face Was it wasted on you Relief from this circumstance I'm in Comes at the cost of Wasting life away in sin I'm looking right at you Now and then I spend my life in a pen Now and then I spend my life in a pen Often when I follow my will to no end I pretend I'm not doing it again You never sweep me off my feet You never put me in the ground You let me question endlessly Why do I wander when I'm found I don't know