it seems so innocent
just money earned and money spent
but what percent of your innocence
are you spending now

in your head you keep saying
'i'm gonna stop this lie'
somewhere down the line

friends keep calling
but you keep stalling
it's hard to fall when
so many won't let you down

just passing time
is a load on your mind
but you'll be fine
once no one else is around

in your head you keep saying
'i'm gonna stop this lie'
somewhere down the line

check your pocket
made sure to stock it
the office clock keeps saying
'it's about that time'

the bathroom mirror
reflects the fear
makes it clear
that despite your words you're so far from 'fine'

as you lean over
you swear 'just one last time'
well, my friend, i hope you're right

for johnny quick pen