I am red in tooth and claw God's favorite child, bloodied from the brawl This bitterness was killing me all along I am not waiting anymore x2 Blowing through time like nickel slots In a windowless room, on a credit card Flash it like a semaphore, a vague, drafty metaphor I am not waiting anymore I've been a keen eyed observer of the movements of concentric parts Of bodies of bones and breasts and unmapped chambers of hearts Sand in hand has turned to glass A Jeroboam filled with a life that's passed Toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash I am not waiting anymore I spent eight long years working on my screenplay It's a teen movie with young actresses that plays to the middle aged I have read between the lines I have been wrong every time It burned up on the alter, but I am fine I am not waiting anymore x3