It's 8pm on a Tuesday,
she's getting drunk to sleep.

It's 9pm on a Tuesday, he's twenty and had a baby at noonday,
says he wants to die.

It's taking too long so she wants a break, guess there was never a thing to break.

Mother is sleeping and it's getting late, hope it's still much longer that I get to pray.

Time is ticking and I have no pay, what we all have in common is this and pain.