I lived a little beyond my means
I heard a riddle I answered in my dreams
But I don't know what's left to do now


Phone keeps on stinging
Collectors on the call

My bells aren't ringing I tell them tales tall

My attention was never paid in full

It's the last drop down the drain

Hands on the wheel

Of the vehicle that caused my distress
Confounded interest


A kiss said I should steal this opportunity
To ingest these liquid $$#ets
So here's to the last drop down the drain


Since the beginning we were living check to cheek
Now every moment's spent to get us through the week

Our stocks are stones and our only bonds are that which keep together
These days don't pay and if you can't make change than this is your forever


I lived a little beyond my means
There's grace for saving but never time it seems
So let's go on running empty

It's the last drop down the drain

Beyond my means