Extra Time - Yeo

when you’re so ground out trying to score something you already own

It gets you so damn down you don’t call your friends on the phone

it’s got you bending over so far your face is scraping the floor

an hour’s worth a million during days like these but they don’t belong to me

anymore

if i could earn them back, i would

‘til your girl found, out you were waiting — for something else to choose,

for the falling out;

for the fight that you could easily have used

she’s got you in position where you’re down on your knees and your heart don’t

know what do

too late that you’re sorry buddy but there’re no more seconds left to see what

it means

every second, every hour