Bite down, hold your tongue girl.
Lights out, over old worlds.
Lips spoken the truth, left you feeling ashamed.
You're calling out.
Reborn, a well rehearsed line.
Once more, wasting our time,
but I'm ready to set your record straight.
When you're calling out,
"Wear your time, feeling lucky, if you're lucky at all.
Wear your time out."
Remember the day, remember the night.
Remember the weekend walk to the coldest fight in the rain.
We said our goodbyes.
Honey, my love washed out
as you made up your mind in the rain.
Soft heart, full of regret.
Beats slow, like a bad threat.
I burned the letter you wrote, reinviting me in.
You're calling out, "Your choice" (your choice), and I've spoken.
My word (my word), yours broken.
Now you're wanting it back, it backfired again,
but you're calling out,
"Wear your time, feeling lucky, if you're lucky at all.
Wear your time out."
Remember the day, remember the night.
Remember the weekend walk to the coldest fight in the rain.
We said our goodbyes.
Honey, my love washed out
as you made up your mind in the rain. (x2)
And I'm gone. I'm gone.
Another goodbye, another goodbye.
So self-assured, with unbelievable posture.
Attempt retired at the blink of an eye.
She said, "Our darkest hour was the worst departure." (x2)
Remember the day, remember the night.
Remember the weekend walk to the coldest fight in the rain.
We said our goodbyes.
Honey, my love washed out
as you made up your mind in the rain. (x2)