All the kids in the basement with a stereo

nobody on the street and everybody knows

that they're running out of time

they're waiting on the line

and their laughing out of clothes



they're all locked in and watching our old videos

smoking cigarettes and fingers going up their nose

and their wasting all their time

thinking everything is fine

no caring what jim knows



I don't bother to ask why

when you're sitting home and crying

no time to ?



I don't care why

I need more time

I don't care why