Ben - Closing TIme

〈verse〉
Empty cans, tough hands
One day you're gonna have to go to bed
Pass on without your head
The last bus stop
Hear the mic drop
Forget past and fuck the top
Closing time, pull out the mop
I've seen things worst
Feel the dark cloud burst
Busted it like kate bush
Put away that late kush
Some things just can't be forgotten
T-shirt of ripped cotton
And my soul stays rotten
Riding in the back
Nothing attached
6 a.m. watching moons die
Eating dead fireflies
Lights burned out
All outta gas now
Pass the water before i pass out
In the squatter, but i'm just standing
I missed my landing
Floating with time
Drop a dime every time i thought it was done
Raining money i'm the turtle
Fuck the bunny
Tearing from laughter, but nothing's funny
Wipe my face my nose is runny
Relied too much on escape
Mental out of shape
Wish i was unscathed
But when i came out the shell i was one
One of impossible hopes
That could only go forward
Don't get how to cope
But happy cause my standards lowered
Look down at those sewers
No shame left, riding on a scooter
We're always losers
Always losers
Sticking by it
Plane to before, just tryna fly it
I mean i came this far
Guess i’ll need keep making bars
My brain got tapped out
Packaging wrapped out
And i'm the last out
Cause i do a lot of looking before moving
Nothing to be proving
Anymore, i'm just tryna find peace
And the piece to the puzzle
Of why it's never over
The game goes on, over and over
Breaking apart, red rover
I burned my four leaf clover
I burned my four leaf clover

〈chorus〉
Funny how i don't know what i have 'til it's gone
And at the end of the day all i can do is sing my song
Every day is the final day
Every day is the final day
And so we may
Throw away all confines
It's closing time
Closing time
See you again when i wake again
Now for the last time i drop the pen