Maneater in New Chapter

Lights out, Red lights up
Time to fill some cups
There’s no time to waste
Leave behind the rat race
And get lost inside of her
Every minute comes quicker
She can smell the fear on you
You wear like it her perfume
Both of you double dipping sinners
Call you every name but late for dinner
There’s never enough time, oh how it flies
Hands holding second hands, oh how it lies
I scream I love you from the top bunk
Closed eyes launch me deep in a funk
Broadcasted radio silence
Tune in for the quiet violence
Stay for the death rattles
Wars won and lost battles
One foot in front of the other
Wondering why I stopped or you bothered.