Time

Goddamn, I am biding my time Stealing watches off the wrist Tried to eat an oil painting But I couldn't choke down the whole canvas Hard to handle, thoughts dismantle Trade them out for cash money Time to buy bills, bills to buy time But at least I make a worried mind sleep I'm losing time This shit is made of traded love So nothing sides with traded love Oh no, it, and I've had enough Oh no, it, and you never stop As the days went on, the walls grew tighter As the cuckoo clucked with urgency Grandfather, run like a gunshot But I smash them both so I could not see The counter shines across the kitchen All the keys in bowls about the towel A beam of light shone through the window And it made a mess of sun-dyed, oh So I always know This shit is made of traded love So nothing sides with traded love Oh no, it, and I've had enough Oh no, it, and you never stop