Out of Time

Contented in the nausea

Sore feeling so far

Heavy hangs around your heart

Cemented and precocious, emotive Complain your plain regret

One more day drunk in bed

To contemplate a place switch, you're listeless

That little lack of grip

That leaves you scared as shit

That prayer for solid payment

Adjacent to a never ending grind

Makes you lose your fucking mind

You're running out of time