Wasted Year Songtext
von Lena Fine

Saw you at a party a year ago
Asked for your name you told me
You didn′t know
You were busy killing a
Blue Ribbon first place
But we were playing different games

But there was something so endearing about your
Being hard of hearing
As we talked over the music
In the basement on the couch
Now I'm lying here without you crying
Over a wasted year


Went out last night and smoked a cigarette
I don′t know who I thought I was fooling
But I hope they forget
Maybe it's imposter syndrome
Maybe it's just me
But I think I drew a line that marks
Who I used to be

But there was something so endearing about your
Being hard of hearing
As we talked over the music
In the basement on the couch
Now I′m lying here without you crying
Over a wasted year

Maybe you were just a dream
Or the idealization of everything I thought
I wanted
At 18