For your time it's written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on it's own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jimmy_eat_world/your_new_aesthetic.html ]
