Time

There's miles of road between us.
Foundation of us erodes beneath us.
The cracks in the road the signs direct us.
But there's enough evidence to defeat us.

Take a measuring tape,
A clock and a razor blade,
Up over the hill.
See how much time we can kill,
Or shave off.

I told time to back off or I'm,
Gonna cut it's integrated face.
Take it's hand and slap it across the face.

There's cars around us,
But none of them will pick up.
Hey all I'm asking for is,
Someone drive me away from here please.