Wasted Love

Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
Cause I’m afraid that when I wake you’ll be gone
Dreams can feel so real
I’ll forget the sting of your stationary cold front

The wait, alone
Alone, the wait
I can’t take all this avoidance from you

I’ve wasted love on you, on you, on you

Pizza sauce stains your shirt
A good massage never hurt
Parks are places where lovers meet
And where bums go to get some sleep

How long must I wait?
How long till you make
Up your mind and say that you’ll give me a chance

I’ve wasted love on you, on you, on you

All my hopes are nearly dashed
But I’m still stumbling over that last question you asked
Laid to rest you should be
But I’m still reading the last thing that you wrote to me

You’re perfume invades my lungs
And you’re eyes light me up
And somehow that makes it seem alright

I’ve wasted love on you, on you, on you

 

Written by Dan McCurry (BMI / Apartment A)