With a lit ciggarette Smoke up all of your regret I'll write you a novel For every mistake that you made Just another fashion trend The critics scream for what has been Dying and previewed This test has been reviewed With a single ciggarette You'll burn a hole right through your dress So you've packed your bags And I try to stop You as you walk out the door I'm begging for, I'm begging for A quarter past the dot Time is all we got Right down in front of your door For every mile that I drive I'll turn the clocks back in time Four years and two days This machine is saving Well if I failed to mention We're only here to mention apart And I cant explain just how I feel Fighting and stalling Our master plan's falling So you've packed your bags And I try to stop You as you walk out the door I'm begging for, I'm begging for A quarter past the dot Time is all we got Right down in front of your door (Screams in background) I'm begging for a change Four years and two days away I'm begging for a change Four years and two days So you've packed your bags And I try to stop You as you walk out the door I'm begging for, I'm begging for A quarter past the dot Time is all we got Right down in front of your door I'm begging for, I'm begging for