Who has time for this anymore?
My heart is pounding at your door
You seem to think you have forever more
As my heart pounds, frantic, at your door.

It’s not a promise, a tallied score,
It’s not an exposed rotten core
I wonder, is this what we’re dying for?
As my heart pounds, frantic, at your door.

You mop my body from your floor
My pleas unheard, my cries a chore
I wash up on your pristine shore
As my heart pounds, frantic, at your door: