Perfect Time

There is no perfect time too fast or slow, stagger buses stroll (?)

The truth be told you can't be bought, you can't be sold

Forgive me I owe them this swollen joke

Oozing from your throats that clutters and control

Since you busted every window and knocked down every door

Cut up every alleyway and smoked up every whore

You turn a colder shoulder to the suture we kept close

You turn a concrete answer to a simple yes or no, no, yes, no

Let's fall behind in perfect time

Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you

So sad to say you've gone away

Without a trace or two

There is no perfect time too fast or slow, stagger buses stroll (?)

There is no perfect time. There is no perfect place

No picture perfect face with picture perfect clothes in picture perfect pose

Let's fall behind in perfect time

Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you

So sad to say you've gone away

Without a trace or two

(repeat)