I’ve been waiting for a while now friend wasting time for seems like years on end
And I’ve been sick of being something that I’m not Sometimes it feels like I’m just waiting to rot
You can paint by numbers, connection all the dots
But Color me unimpressed by what you got.
Every time you talk I don’t know what to say so full of bitterness and a burning rage
And Ive been full of what I guess some might call lust so pull the shades down low
I’ll keep collecting dust
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink
So Color Me Unimpressed by what you think.
You can paint by numbers, connection all the dots
But Color me unimpressed by what you got.