I'm late again,
it's another life flown
fourteen minutes to eight
you'd think I'd have known
but I never learn and
there's no more bridges left
that I haven't already
set on fire.

I'm late again,
it's time to turn
you'd think I'd have known
that the worm always wins.

On the end of the pin at
the point of an eye
where the world is a *****
and the poor man goes by,
so do I.