Chipping teeth I’m chipping teeth every time that I speak And I can’t stop I can’t stop sleeping in all day
Liquor no longer burns the back of my throat Eyes empty holes My lungs are hanging smoke Did I ever even have a chance And it feels like
I’ve run out of time My best years slipped through the cracks and lines And all the times that I’ve felt less than alive Buried me without a trace of sand left behind
I wake hopeless, worry, and sleep Time doesn’t heal the wounds that are bound to repeat And I wish I could say it’s bound to change in time But it’s happened every day so far
I’ve run out of time My best years slipped through the cracks and lines And all the times that I’ve felt less than alive Buried me without a trace of sand left behind
On the first night of spring The tree seemed to open up their leaves and when they did, I thought “where does that leave me”
When I’m in the dirt’s embrace Will I think or will I waste
I’ve run out of time My best years slipped through the cracks and lines And all the times that I’ve felt less than alive Buried me without a trace of sand left behind