Wasted

If you had eyes
Like golden crowns
And diamonds in your
Fingertips you'd waste it
If shining wisdom passed your lips
And traveled to the ears
Of god you'd waste it
And so I hate
That your overrated most revered
And celebrated because you're wasted
But every time you close the door
And nothing opens
In its place you've wasted
And when you speak
The words you know
To those who know
The words themselves you're wasted
You're such a classic
Waste of cool
So afraid to break the rules
In all the wrong places