Slapped on this wrist of mine, living on borrowed time.
No love lost but it’d be a great find.
Control what holds the thoughts in my mind. 
It’s in a box, a hole, a jam a really tight bind.
Doing right half past midnight although it should have been a crime.
Summer breeze in the winds distance is a peaceful chime.
Rooms Smokey, so please bear in mind what you believed I had in mind.
Nothing comes to.. It must of slipped mine when I was trying to find some peace of..
Nothing compares to you, wearing all black with white gloves
Tieing an imaginary rope around you and now you’re mime.
Forlorn hope as a cope mechanism, feeling unaligned.
Slippery slope in a barrel, Mystery remotes and you hate the channel.
Saw it coming, Politician looking for a good time, balloon popped with a scandal.
Just trying to unwind, on a beach with sandals.  
Different from the usual bind of picking up more than I can handle.
This is a period piece like messing up your sheets in the suite.
The Moments the Moment so everything else takes the back seat.
What a way to end it, I repeat the Moments the Moment and don’t forget it.