Eight in the evening, you’re aching to leave
But I’m still getting ready, oh
I must have woken from a horrible dream
My accounts were all empty, oh
And all of our hands drip down through the sand
The hours slide faster than anyone planned
I don’t if I can learn to be a man again
I upcycled the old rocking chair
And you didn’t really notice, oh
The paint is different but the memory’s there
All etched in just like a votive, oh
Pay the rent or get evicted
Pay the rent and get evicted anyway
Unsold confusion taking up real estate, I cannot relate to it
Your disillusion is the bulk of your craft
It’s making me laugh again
And the drip, it won’t stop
You can’t turn back the hands of the clock
And the drip it won’t stop, it won’t stop
It won’t stop ‘til we’re gone
A loose thread on the hem of my shirt
I will never quit picking, oh
A testament to all the people I’ve hurt
Yet I must play the victim, oh
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