Extra Time

When you're so ground out trying to score something you already own It gets you so damn down you don't call your friends on the phone It's got you bending over so far your face is scraping the floor An hour's worth a million during days like these But they don't belong to me anymore If I could earn them back, I would 'Til your girl found, out you were waiting – For something else to choose, for the falling out; For the fight that you could easily have used She's got you in position where you're down on your knees And your heart don't know what do Too late that you 're sorry buddy But there're no more seconds left to see what it means Every second, every hour If I could earn them back, I would