wake up and waste a day   chase away   a day at a time   and waste away   clean-faced today   clean taste today   toothpaste makes my   orange juice sour   waste an hour   or so   my shower   is slow   the flowers   that grow   outside of my window   are blooming   I'm assuming   that you're comin' over soon   it's almost half past four   and you called here at noon   'cause there's a picture   that you wanna see   now I'm not even good at   being me   anymore.      She got nicotine-basted   lungs   wasted thumbs   and one of them asphalt   tastin' tongues   she wakes up   to alarm   her make-up   is still on   and she can't remember   why she set the damn thing   her heart is a machine   art is meant to be seen   not felt   not heard   it's just paint   they're just words   and fingers are for feeling   fists are for beating   scabs are for healing   and blood is for bleeding   that's just how   I used to be   but I'm not even good at   being me   anymore.      I wake up and waste an hour   pace and glower   at the TV set wasting power   and aching in my head   I'm banking in the red   and compulsively charging cd's to my account   So come out   Jenny   It's getting late   You Jersey girls like to make boys wait   now it's too late   in the day   for a matinee   and I ain't got the   money to pay   for you anyway   what should I say?   I know it ain't how it   used to be   but I'm not good   at being me   anymore.      [Note: in first release of "E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals"   instead of   "Jenny   It's getting late   You Jersey girls like to make boys wait"   it's   "Virginia   Don't make me wait   You Catholic girls start much too late"]