Passing

I can't get by without a drive alone at least once a week I'll dilute the feeling with sugary drinks and poetry that's assigned to me I'll turn it in at the end of the week, the validation's a part of me Graded for my apathy, I'm chugging water and shredded wheat And chocolate chips and cranberries I'm sick of just passing the time, sick of just passing the time Time and time again I try But I'm sick of just passing the time, sick of passing time I'm sick of just passing the time And I can't get through a night alone without a hundred episodes I'll watch until my brains explode or someonе stops leaving me alone And еveryday I hope that you're okay and still thinking of me What kind of ex-friend would I be if I didn't haunt you while you're asleep And you're busy passing time You're so busy passing the time Time and time again I try But I'm sick of just passing the time, sick of passing time We're so sick of just passing the time