All the kids in the basement with a stereo nobody on the street and everybody knows that they're running out of time they're waiting on the line and their laughing out of clothes
they're all locked in and watching our old videos smoking cigarettes and fingers going up their nose and their wasting all their time thinking everything is fine no caring what jim knows
I don't bother to ask why when you're sitting home and crying no time to move a toe
I don't care why I need more time I don't care why I need more time