The glass is not half empty
The glass is not half full
It's been years since the glass
Meant anything at all
He'd rather walk into doors
Than to stop and push or pull
He's just a daydreamer
But strangers think he's mental

But the things you don't know about people
Are the things that make them who they are
They each have their own scars and stories
And reasons for their broken, bleeding hearts

But he's not looking for love
Or a pretty girl
He's just wondering
Where his place is in this world

He's not looking for a hero
To save his life
He's just wandering
He's just wasting time

When the tough get going
The going gets tough
But he can't think of a time
He didn't have it rough
And everywhere he goes
People stop and stare
He'll be in a cardboard box
By his funeral day
—says he doesn't care

But he's not looking for love
Or a pretty girl
He's just wondering
Where his place is in this world

He's not looking for a hero
To save his life
He's just wandering
He's just wasting time

Says he's sick and tired
Of these metaphors
Like “when a window opens
It slams all the doors”
But you could write his life
With pages all like this
Every story is different
Every story is his

But he's not looking for love
Or a pretty girl
He's just wondering
Where his place is in this world

He's not looking for a hero
To save his life
He's just wandering
He's just wasting time

No, he's not lazy
He's just stopping to breathe
Running from his life
He just ran into me
But he doesn't know me
While I know him so well
He's from every story
Different but always easy to tell

'Cause he's not looking for love
Or a pretty girl
He's just wondering
Where his place is in this world

And he's not looking for a hero
To save his life
He's just wandering
He's just wasting time
Just wasting time
Wasting time