My bucket list kicks the bucket like seventy times per day And the viscous air in this waiting room Seems to be made out of clay I can't quite mould into art It's the waiting that's the worst part 'Cause talent is fickle and luck is a lie And hard work, well it's hard The melodies in my head just don't seem to resolve They're ridiculous and repetitive And by God they're getting old I can't quite wait for their ending to start It's the waiting that's the worst part I got too much potential and too little time And by foot it's a slow climb I've wasted all this time You know I can't help but feel a bit short-changed I've been playing against cheaters With their hands all rearranged I'm doomed to lose from the start It's the waiting that's the worst part I've wasted all this time Trying to get out these woods but I find That no matter where I turn The path leads back This is where I'm at