Texty: Elliot Smith. No Name #2.

Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring
Do you know who you're talking to?
No, and I don't care who

She whispered quiet terror news
He didn't give a hoot
Said do what you have to do

All she had to do was speak
Mouthpiece to cheek
Please, say no more
I'm lying here on the ground

A strip of wet concrete
Her name was just a broken sound
A stutter step you hear when you're falling down

Killing time won't stop this crying
Killing time won't stop this crying
Killing time won't stop this crying

Better start watching what message that you send now
No more situations I only go in to be kicked out
He got knocked down leaning like he ran into a clothesline
He only remembered a couple of words that hid a crime
You're just fine, you'll be just fine, but I'm on the other line

Killing time won't stop this crying
Killing time won't stop this crying
Killing time won't stop this crying