Time These Days

Time these days don't fly the way like it used to
Once upon all that I knew that there wasn't enough when I was with you
Time these days don't pump the brakes and it feels like
I'm on a freight train about to hit a deadline
Sweating bullets with my tongue tied
And the clock inside my head ain't ticking the same
Try to speed up all this being alone and slow down you walking away

At a table for 1, drinking for 2
Or a hole in the wall, looking for a new
Someone, something or anything to fill this space
Yeah it might be the best, likely the worse but lately the only way...
I been spending my time these days

There's a rumor out there somewhere that says you miss me
I heard a couple saying you hate me
At this point I can't tell what the hell to believe
Did you take all of our pictures and cut out my face?
Or do you still look at em' the same way?
And do I cross your mind from time to time these days?
And if you ever want to talk about it face to face I'll be...

At a table for 1, drinking for 2
Or a hole in the wall, looking for a new
Someone, something or anything to fill this space
Yeah might be there best, likely the worse but lately the only way...
I'm spending my time these days

I'm at a table for 1, drinking for 2
Or a hole in the wall, looking for a new
Someone, something or anything to fill this space
Yeah might be there best, likely the worse but lately the only way...
Yeah it might be the best, likely the worse
I been spending my time these days
Time these days

Time these days don't fly the way like it used to
Once upon all that I knew that there wasn't enough when I was with you...