Lyrics

I've been in here for days on end Talk to my cell and the bug you wear When headlights shine the empty wall I count the cracks and I pace the halls I might be hanging by a f*cking thread But there's a little left a little left I might be hanging by a f*cking thread But there's a little left a little bit I've been in here for days on end Losing track of time I spend I've been in here for days on end I might be hanging by a f*cking thread There's a little left a little bit I'm not hiding from the world outside I'm just taking time, taking my time Went in here to clear my head but I haven't yet, haven't yet And even if it's something like the air There's a little left a little bit