I’ve been smiling for so long my face is starting to hurt me mark me. nI’ve been pushing boulders up this hill it seems for so long. nSo long, I don’t know which way to turn. nGive me ten minutes to pack and get dressed. nOk, five minutes to stop feeling so depressednWhy is it all disposable? nWell, in the end no-one’s got time.nSo I’ll write it in a song, disposably moving on. nI’ve been saving seconds for so long,nI’ve started ticking, sticking, I don’t know which way to turn nAnd I’ve been lying six foot under since I wished nI had six foot, six foot, six foot more. nTake down these limits there’s not so many left. nAnd Ok, these minutes they won’t let you forget but they’re not disposable. nAnd in the end no-ones got time. nSo I’ll write it in a song disposably moving on.