time

It's about time that I did some thinking
I wish this sickness of sober would kick in.

It feels like I'm just wasting my time
A proper night for a gunfight here at 3 a.m.

Shouldn't you be sleeping?
Not another moment will wasted while awake.

Childish sleep talk, you keep me spellbound
Like breathing were a chore to inhuman a task

So I'll take this drive with my eyes closed tight
You'll keep your hands the wheel as I careen to the right

And what of the outcome?
Did you really understand when I said, "I'll go it alone"?