Waste Of Time

There is a girl who runs around in this town
She’s very pretty, but I am sure she would turn me down
If I would ever dare to ask her out
There is no reason to
So why should I?
I’m sure she’s just another hipster girl
Probably smart, the kind that actually cares about art
I bet she did «the London year» after school
And now nothing back here could ever be that cool
I try to follow every step she takes
I work discrete I can’t afford mistakes
I know her name I read the blog she makes
I love the way she writes
I wonder where I’ve seen that guy before
Maybe just a neighbour living right here next door
He seems to be about the same age as I
And pretty cute but he’s got no sense of style
I am so tired of those play in band guys
Met them before and now I know their kind
I bet he’s lazy and just biding his time
Waiting for his breakthrough that just will not arrive
But I can’t help myself from wondering how
It would be like to get to know that guy
I’m pretty sure that he is not my kind but what if he is the one
I try to follow every step she takes
I work discrete I can’t afford mistakes
I know her name I read the blog she makes
I love the way she writes
Well what could happen if I just said hey?
Maybe she’d laugh at me and then just walk her way
Or maybe stay, get flattered by my ways
And take me out for a date
He has probably never read a book in his life
What would he say and what could we talk about?
Maybe the difference is good for me
And maybe together we could be free
No this is just a silly waste of time
I’ve got to get this person off my mind
There is nothing there for me but empty ground
Where nothing can be found