We sold all our afternoons
And we made the selling proof
Of the way it wraps around
And chokes us out
We're out
And I can't win
We sold all our days of rest
And we made the words attest
To the way it wraps around
And chokes us out
We're out
And I can't win
Wait
Is this air all
We have left
After the fall
In this stopwatch continuum?
A crash course vernacular;
These empty words help pass the time
As we get closer and closer to the edge
And I can't win