So whats up

Using only a fraction of light
well begin to pursue the truth
while i reap every chance of attention
you close your heart an try to pull through

those three vulgar words
not even that more of a murmur
so dreadfully concise
how could i reply to her
i couldn't not with that look in her eyes

i guess its ironic that I'm too late
after talking to you all night
the only time your awake
the only chance you'll get to hear me
i clam up as my tongue rots and decays

and your pulse pulls me from reason
and the monitor shows a droning deadline
then i think of everything i could've said to you
but its too late now I'm outta time