I’ve amassed a collection of female items by my bedside I’ve got so many hairties! The only ties I’ve kept
The only ties I need I keep them as replacements of you, if temporary, you’re still that somebody that I’ve been searching for since that night
You find yourself alone in a room full of opportunity With a jukebox in an unlit scene Where friends act as walls And your words go misunderstood, they’re misunderstood again
We’ve running out of time Our time is running out We’re running wasted time We’re wasted running time