Perfect Depth

Slow-mo Got his hand stuck in the kitchen sink It was his birthday tomorrow And he couldn't resist But he never found a sign on his second skin At least he knows how the other half lives Inside a little room about four inches wide With windows glued shut, And air that stinks But he only saw the kitchen And the bath He should be thankful So thankful That all's ok with her And i wasted No one's precious time Like i wasted, i wasted all Your precious time, precious time Was a sorry thing to do Was a sorry thing for you Cuz i wasted, I wasted it all on you!