Black Bottles

It was easier then But it means more now Why I took it for granted Ill never know how Was I just a stop On your way out of town Because nobody seems To be sticking around Were just a product of the people we knew The lives intertwined, and spiraling through Testing your mettle Your time is through And your mind is magnetic to the things you didn't do I ran out of time I figure Tell me that you understand Why its just so Hard to look to around And realize everything you have Spending your time now precipitously You're the oldest you've been And the youngest you'll be Again and again You wait till its due Wondering where the time all went to Black bottles in a taxi cab Yelling out of the window You dont want it to end Point A to right to B And missing the rest Into the night Then its onto the next The growing complexity I just want to see My friends How do I stumble to A different view Again Again I ran out of time I figure Tell me that you understand Why its just so Hard to look to around And realize everything you have I ran out of time I figure Tell me that you understand Why its just so Hard to look to around And realize everything you had