I'm always angry at the sun for constantly burning my body
I was fifteen, and you were leaving
I kind of felt like I was wasting your time
But you assured me I was worth it
You assured me you'd live alone
Things didn't pan out the way you'd said
No, things didn't pan out that way at all

You started yelling while I was sleeping
On the couch, because you had gone out shopping
You started crying on your kitchen floor
Before you stomped out of the house without a word
You told your best friend I wasn't invited to stay at your house in the first place

It was lonely when I got home; it was the first night in a while I'd spent alone
So I made a new friend, her name was Julia
Kinda felt like I was wasting her time
But then I moved into her house, and I started sleeping on top of her broken couch
Things didn't pan out the way you'd think; we just never felt compelled to in the first place.

But then the phone rang, and I felt my heart sink
I was reminded of that something I was missing
You said, "I'm home now, and you can come back"
But I was scared I'd make another mistake
I started biking, I felt like crying
When I saw your car pull into the driveway
Knocked on the front door, prayed for an answer
And thought of something clever to say:

I sorta feel like you've been wasting my time.