I don't really want to talk about it

But I guess that's the least I should do

They're playing games with me

Not that they need to

And when they pray for your time out

I must confess these days my time's worth less

And now I'm holding on

This is my time

This is my time

I'm losing passion with this knee jerk reaction

As my mind competes with the floor

They keep on playing those games and then

Come running back to me

Not that they need to

And I must confess I've lost sleep over less