If you had eyes like golden clouds and diamonds in your fingertips, you'd waste it. If shining wisdom passed your lips and traveled to the ears of God, you'd waste it. So I hate your overrated, most revered and celebrated, because you're wasted. And every time you close the door and nothing opens in its place, you're wasted. And when you speak the words you know to those who know, the words themselves, you're wasted. Such a classic waste of cool, so afraid to break the rules and all the wrong places. All the wrong places. All the wrong places. All the wrong places. Good to be in the wrong places. Now they're dead places. Just to stay away from it. Have I said places? I hate to be away from it. I hate to be away from it. I hate to be away from it.