The remains of the weekend
Later, by the place
I went out looking, for some simple things
I returned form the deep end with my mind erased
I found a stranger, lying in the bed, right next to me
Where did she come from? How did we meet?
Her hair spins like a suicide, out onto the sheets
I found a name, next to number, on the back of a receipt
She came out on the way
Time doesn't wait for anybody
And I'm talking to myself like it's you
I didn't mean to hurt nobody
I took the lies
And stretched them
Into the truth
Vaguely, I remember
After having to bear a few
Stumbling down the sewers
Of second avenue
There was cocktails and cover chart
Loud music, and lights
And some trouble from those knowing
They're going home alone tonight
I heard a man's voice,
Come from the corridor
Followed by a sharp knock on the door
He said: I know that you're in there
We've been through this before
I scrambled to find my clothes on the floor
Time doesn't wait for anybody
And I'm talking to myself like it's you
I didn't mean to hurt nobody
I took the lies
And stretched them
Into the truth
And, time doesn't wait for anybody
And I'm talking to myself like it's you
I didn't mean to hurt nobody
I took the lies
And stretched them
Into the truth
And, time doesn't wait for anybody
And, I'm not looking for an excuse
And, I used to want to be somebody
I took the lies
And stretched them
Into the truth