Youâve got nothing better to do with you time but collect these trinkets and coddle them/ someday you might see me running through fire going down/ youâll be indifferent/ sitting on your cloud/ running your tired mouth/ while you make plans in your head ill be scream out loud/ finding dead end after dead end/and Iâm ok with that/ you will be shooting the shit and flying kites/ I will be using and bruising my hands/ and the difference is Iâll be doing all that I can to make things better
When the string holding your life is rubbing up against the knife/ busting threads left and right and all youâve got is time/ Iâll be waiting for the day that you look up at me and say youâve wasted most your life away just waiting for a sign/ waiting for a sign.