I've been in here for days on end Talk to myself end up arguing When headlights shine the empty wall I count the cracks and I pace the halls I might be hanging by a fucking thread But there's a little left, a little left I might be hanging by a fucking thread But there's a little left, a little left I've been in here for days on end Losing track of time I spent I've been in here for days on end I might be hanging by a fucking thread There's a little left, a little left I'm not hiding from the world outside I'm so sick and tired of taking my time Went in here to clear my head But I haven't yet, I haven't yet And even if it's something like the end There's a little left a little left