And it's all inside your head
Pictures painted perfect, black and red
It's a theme worth fighting for
And all the lines now have been drawn
Arousing questions
No one's getting hurt
You're a patriot of words
And it's cloudy all day and you don't have much to say
A weakened attempt
Taking over
Getting answers
Take a step
Irradicate
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and constant running hate

And if I had a dime for every time you cried
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time
I'd wake up to a life of crime

A broken jaw
A penny lost
The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss
And I know you well
A sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world
And I hope you've bought some time
because every minute lost is a minute past your prime; time TV gets you through
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and thoughts of twenty-two

A pseudo-thought
I'm getting lost
The taste of blood
American fights hurt so much
And I can't believe, you're getting up
The cost of living everywhere it just went up

And if I had a dime for every time you cried
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time
I'd wake up to a life of crime