Eric Erdman

Lyrics

Wasting It

(By Brendan Mayer, Eric Erdman)

What's the point of getting to tomorrow
if all you've changed is the number on the calendar page?
There's nothing quicker at filling a heart with sorrow
than running and realizing that you're running in place

I am inclined
Maybe by design
to count all the ways that love is a waste of time
But I find
Now that you're mine
Let the clock unwind
I don't mind .... wasting it

The hard thing with heart break is
how long that it takes to mend it
To get up from the fall
But for the first time I'm seeing
I don't a reason to spend it
Just hours and hours and hours
with you doing nothing at all

I am inclined
Maybe by design
to count all the ways that love is a waste of time
But I find
Now that you're mine
Let the clock unwind
I don't mind .... wasting it

Until you came a long I didn't know
That I could be so wrong to keep going on and on saying

I am inclined
Maybe by design
to count all the ways that love is a waste of time
But I find
Now that you're mine
Let the clock unwind
I don't mind .... wasting it