Used Stuff
By Christopher Bosca (2011)

Verse
Used Stuff in the corner
That I have not quite thrown away.
Is piled up around me
Like dishes, dishes from yesterday.

The time that I had
Has mostly slipped away
I held it in my fingers
But I could not, could not make it
stay

Chorus:
Oh… I’m sinkin’ here
Somebody throw me a line.
I was going along
Every thing was fine
“Till I looked around.
looked around
Oh… I’m sinkin’ here/
Somebody throw me a line.
I was going along
Every thing was fine
‘Till I looked around, looked
around behind.

Verse
Has time caught up to me
Or can I stand up to it all?
Try as I might I still can't tell
Where the chips are gonna fall.

Now every day’s a race with time
Not a minute to rest or lose
Get something done before I’m gone
Is all that’s left, all that’s left to choose.

Chorus

Bridge
I will make it right
I’m here to fight the fight
I may be hurt but I’ll never give up
“Til I’m six feet, six feet in the
dirt.

Verse
Used stuff on the road I've walked
Like litter in the ditch
I thought I was doing alright.
Must have been some, been some turn I missed,

Chorus/Outro

Oh, I’m sinkin’ here
Somebody throw me a line
I’m going back to save what I can
I’m gonna live another live
another…
Oh, I’m sinkin’ here
Somebody throw me a line
I’m going back to save what I can
I’m gone live another, live
another
I’m going to live another, live
another…
Day…