Black Plastic

Wasting all this space
Taking place in my day to day
Doesn't have a use
Where's my groove?
Where's my can of truth?

Nothing to do
Dude, it feels like you gave up the chase
See? Nothing here
Nothing love
Nothing able to taste

Black plastic
Black plastic

There's nothing here for you
There's no glue sticking this together
I don't see the point
Being blunt with your lack of pleasure
Space, take all waste

Make up space
Pick up your pace
Not here
Not there
Nowhere
Drop out your ways

Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic

I thought you had more
That you'd tear down your safety wall
Took away your chance
On the road with no help below
Time lost
Tight costs
Wine glass
You fell from grace
No fun
Lies spun
Undone
Lost with the pace

Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic

Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic
Black plastic