Compositor: Clark Leake
It's a crying shame
Outside in the street
Inside the pouring rain
Still these thoughts remain
I thought we were way beyond this
Our back door wars
And front door bliss
It tears me up
It tears you down
It tears us apart
There's no time for that (no time)
No time for that (no time)
No time for that (no time)
There's no time for that (no time)
Put myself to bed
To sleep it all away
But the morning said
"I'm even angrier today"
Now I'm just so tangled in pride
From keeping everything inside
I can't see your face
Your beautiful face
My eyes are too red
I'm not a little boy anymore
(Why should I act like one?)
Treating You like a toy
(This game is losing its fun)
You and I know
There's no time for that