I'm just sitting here thinking, listening to my heart beat
Your time is up your minute's here your cord is cut your fog is on the mirror my heart stops I disappear before your beat it drops I'm on my way out
cuz I don't wait around for no one
whatcha gonna pay for me? whatcha gonna make of me? whatcha gonna take from me that I cant take from you or try to steal myself?
Whatcha gonna give to me? how you gonna live with me? How can I forgive you when you ain't done nothing that warrants a truce?
Your time is up your minute's here your cord is cut your fog is on the mirror my heart stops I disappear before your beat it drops I'm on my way out
Cuz I don't wait around for no one even though the possibility is always waiting for me, standing right in front of me.
Why you wanna play with me? why you wanna placate me? why do you dissuade me from sitting with you and discussing different points of view?
I find it disturbingly rude that I can't get a word in with you listen to the dead because like it or not, you'll be taking their place in the ground
I dont wait around for no one
I saw you sitting there, completely unaware, oblivious to me, listening to your heartbeat. I saw you playing dead, totally unprepared to give yourself to me but you keep begging 60 seconds baby why not now? what the fuck are you waiting for? I know you know your intuition isn't stupid superstition and now I'm sitting there, suspended in the air waiting for a beat. waiting for a heartbeat.