Rules are Rules

I guess if

Someone was counting

All the times I walked away

Knowing all the things I do

It would just be numbers

Like age

Like change

Little scraps of metal

Trading hands

The amount of time spent

(Which is just another concept, mind you)

Alive

The amount of time spent

Working

How much of that is hustling

Speeding on the freeway 

Get to work early so I’m never late

So I can be my best

Do a touch of bedazzling

Don’t forget to lock the doors

Behind you though

Rules are rules

And then racing home

Rinse and repeat