A Little Left

I've been in here for days on end

Talk to my cell and the bug you wear

When headlights shine the empty wall

I count the cracks and I pace the halls

I might be hanging by a fucking thread

But there's a little left a little left

I might be hanging by a fucking thread

But there's a little left a little bit

I've been in here for days on end

Losing track of time I spend

I've been in here for days on end

I might be hanging by a fucking thread

There's a little left a little bit

I'm not hiding from the world outside

I'm just taking time, taking my time

Went in here to clear my head but I haven't yet, haven't yet

And even if it's something like the air

There's a little left a little bit