My mind
A dictionary full of errors
Honesty that makes us sick
The last time
I tried to speak these words to you
I fell into what was escaped
Im making it up on the ride
And that's just fine
As long as it drops hard
And you should know
I've got alot, lots of time
To read nine lines

Daylight
Morning comes with no delay
The city at it's finest hour
I'll try
To use this in the safest way
I'm smarter than they took me for

Time
All I need is time
And as soon as this book closes
I'll have inked my share of hastened
words and rhymes
In unfashionable times
To the dial tone's cold beauty
as I wait for your voice on the line
To say goodnight
I promise I'm alright.