Staring at the Ceiling

Please allow me to bring you up to speed Oh man, it's amazing how you don't see You'd still complain if the rope on your noose was frayed Please forgive me for coming off as rude I didn't mean to come clean with such an attitude But it's original sinning to sing somebody else's tunes And try to say they're yours For all we've ignored You act so bored And talk in circles As we wax pathetic in a round til the sun goes down And disagree on your delusions of successful sound For where you stand, you're much too proud So you're staring at the ceiling While I'm staring at a coffee table full of stalemates and click tracks I'm just one more friend that you sent back That you sent back While I sat back While I sat back