Who's running out of time?
Crawling patiently through life.
Want to split a dime?
Get a sharper ******* knife.

Way's clear now and again,
Spent the rent on ten fifths of gin.
Her clock's stuck at half past ten,
It's hands are bound in pleasant sin.

Wanna read about those days?
Read it aloud to a camera lens.
Are there any discernable ways
To tell if someone's on the other end?

Way's clear now and again,
Face hurting from this affixed grin.
Her tight grip squeezes my skin,
My bones are all so wafer-thin.