time bombs

Wrote you off an hour ago.
Swore you weren't wandering home
Now I can hardly lift the edges
To finish off the story I haven't got the time.

Dog ears are dangerously dreaming of running away.
Wondered through clouds of smoking mistakes.
You said he was an actor
And I couldn't come along or stay.

I haven't got the spine so I steal what I call mine.
Whether it was wrong or right
My opinion was only borrowed for the night.