Running Out of Days

See I can't paint a picture of you
My perspective's all wrong and untrue
The paint it all bleeds and my sketch is all wrong
So I can't paint a picture of you

I can't write a poem for you
I can't put my feelings in words
The lines they don't rhyme it's a waste of my time
The words flow wrong

My heart it keeps burning
My soul it keeps yearning
I'm putting everything I have on you
Time it keeps marching
The clock it keeps ticking
I'm running out of days

So keep holding on
Keep holding on

Well I can't earn a million for you
Oh the pounds and the dollars slip through
My own sweaty palms they just fall from my grasp
I got pennies and nickels for you

I can fade into the crowd for you
It's a skill I possess I've got proof
The way you look through me when you're working the room
As I'm taking up oxygen

My heart it keeps burning
My soul it keeps yearning
I'm putting everything I have on you
Time it keeps marching
The clock it keeps ticking
I'm running out of days

So keep holding on
Keep holding on



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Mills
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