i've got no time at all except for all the time in the world to get my head out of my ass and stop living with regret. sleeping, tossing and turning, because my life is burning down old bridges and burning out. and maybe i should just stop wasting this time and start living up to what's mine. because i just used to be me and that used to mean something. but now my thoughts and my actions don't coincide. theres been a homicide, i've killed someone. someone inside my heart and soul. someone who used to be known. but pride and dignity have been thrown out the window. and maybe i should care. sleeping, tossing and turning because my life is burning down, and i can't leave this town because the bridge is out.