I don’t care what your mileage is; I look at it like experience. The rearview mirror may be cracked, but I’m sure to look back through its shattered composure And I , I empathize that rough ride, and the story of suicide. If everything’s got to end Might as well make it on my own time, ….my friend- My load is light, but my burden is heavy See the shooter in my pocket’s burning a hole in my vein; the shake up it shook me up pretty. In adjusted that cracked review mirror-Showed me a picture ….of any Old addict’s pain. Mine was the same. (Mind was INSANE!) Everything is fine. I won’t waste any more of your time.. head on down that stripe of yellow line…. Before I lose my mind.. before I lose my mind. I’ve got nothing but Nothing but Nothing but Time. I’d call you but Call you, but Call you, but I don’t gotta dime. (Don’t own a watch, and don’t have the time…) Cigarettes- fill the emptiness in my chest. Coffee- ain’t as black as my heart Or hot as the night we Got off. I gave you what I had to give We’ve got one life to live you said yours Wasn’t big enough To hold onto the both of us….. Everything is fine; I won’t waste anymore of your time. Head on down that stripe of yellow line. Before I lose my mind.. before I lose my mind. I’ve got nothing but nothing but nothing but time.. I’d call you but call you but call you, but I don’t got a dime. (Don’t ride the clock and I don’t punch the time..) (Rode on down (Alma) block and I pinched me a dime….) The steel Motel smoke is still hangs like the dust on the soles of my shoes Sold my soul for a shot; a quarter in a jukebox- All it gave me was rhythm and blues and blues. Set my blue eyes on your blouse, all you had to hand out—Was your hand me down bed; was your slippery lip spit blowjob- but I still lost my head. When when I woke up (coked up) and you were out early, just like I used to do, girlie. This is the end of me, surely-the enemy is in me And I bet my bottom dollar he’ll be singing my Swan song before long; He’s right on key and he don’t miss a beat; I raised my glass of whiskey, hope you don’t even miss me, raise my thumb hitch me one (hit me one)… Down that one way Street…. I adjusted that… That cracked rearview mirror, show me a picture of any o addicts pain; mine was the same. Everything is fine. I won’t waste any more of your time head on that yellow stripe line before I lose my mind. I’ve got nothing but nothing but nothing but time.. I call you but call you but call you, but I don’t got a dime. Id call you but the quarter….. is in my vein train, mamma….. Shoo-shoooot!
