What is it lately?
The days escaping
They get away
Cut into the lime again
We were talking
About the flies on the road
How we do, what we're told
We're shiny green backs
All in a row
Just wanting the lime

What am I taking?
My head is hurting
The body's sore
The music in the other room
Is always the same
Because it's something
Something you heard
As a kid, make you stick to
All that you said
I hope you're alright
I hope that you were
Don't let it slide away
You can't be yourself all of the time
And how should I know
What to call mine?
You're reading a menu
Of all that you are
And walking on by

All of the street lights
Follow in time
Buzzing on quickly
I'm to the side
The cars in the lot again
All in a line
With no hesitation
And no second try
You don't have the patience
You don't have the time
You keep in emotions
You spit out the lime
You don't have a say in it
It still makes you cry
But it doesn't matter
He still doesn't drive
And even you don't

So do you have something
That makes you cry
And sticks you here?
Keeping us under
You decide
Know your worth

And cut into the lime again