God damn, 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'm rid

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, I'm like a gunshot
But I smashed them both so I could not see

The counter shinеs across the kitchen
All the kеys 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, can't it ever stop