Six minutes to closing time
No time left to find my rhyme
With no hours left to start again
I'll simply leave the hanging ends

Five minutes to closing time
No more room for caffeine and wine
I must make sense of my own lies
Before the metropolis finally dies

Four minutes to closing time
No less ease to forgive these crimes
All that I can do is write this sh*t
Hoping peace finds me not unfit

Three minutes to closing time
Treachery still on my mind
Companionship filled with doubt
It's done, time is running out

Two minutes to closing time
Lights begin to flicker in the lime
The traffic chases the stars halfway
And glass buildings melt away

One more minute to closing time
No time left to find my rhyme
I guess this is how it should end
With an apology, a poem and...