[ Featuring the Aglets ]
If time is money, and money's overrated
What's that mean for me and my kind
When you walked in with your hair newly-parted
You didn't know what you started but you outsmarted my mind
I'm stuck between your world and mine and I angle back and forth
I never wanted to be that guy, but I don't know what that's worth
I wish that time was on my side
If time is relative and mine are old-fashioned
Does that mean that my future is doomed to rely on the past
I'm picking up new phrases and accents
They're here now for good
How long will they last
I'm stuck between your world and mine and I toggle back and forth
I never wanted to be that guy, but I don't know what that's worth
I wish that time was on my side
With that, I am on my side
If time is borrowed, can I have it back
If time is up, then I have killed it 'cause
I had filled it
With wounds to repair
But if it's ripe, well, we could take it
And maybe we would make it
Is that something you could spare
If time is linear I don't see where or what the point is
If the segments are disjointed and always moving on
But if time is cyclical, does that mean we have another chance
Does it mean that nothing's ever truly gone
When I pushed you away, my timeline re-centered
But you'd already entered into my innards and made me rewind
That time is funny can't be overstated
What's that mean for me
Does that mean I'm mean
Or am I kind
Why can't I be kind
I'm stuck between your world and mine and I tumble back and forth
I never wanted to be that guy, but I don't know what that's worth
I miss my adult mind
I'm stuck between your world and mine and I struggle to exist
I never wanted to be that guy, so why'd it end up like this
I miss my adult mind
But I guess that I don't mind
