I’ve got nothing but time
Time to waste, time to kill
Time to flow, time to spill
Time to make up for my past
Time to try and make this last
Stop
Let’s take it back to the beginning
Time lapse, frame by frame
Boy meets girl
Girl dates boy’s best friend
Break up
An opening
Boy looks up
Just in time to catch the pass
He pushes forward
Running all he’s got
Giving her all he’s got
He closes his eyes when he’s inches from the light
As they close, he feels a pain
A blow straight to the chest
Linebacker thrusting him backwards
Breaking ribs, asphyxiating
He struggles to breathe as he lies on his back
Staring up as the clouds darken and the liquid drips down
On and from his face
He takes off his armor as he stands
Just in time to see his goal walk away
Fast forward
Present day
Boy sits alone, his room dark and cold
A pad on his bed and a pen in his hand
He strums a chord
Sings a pitch
Finds the words
And spills the ink
Every night the same memories fill his mind
Every night the same words come back to him
I’ve got nothing but time
Time to waste, time to kill
Time to flow, time to spill
Time to make up for my past
Time to try and make this last