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 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 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 fucking 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