A desperate man contemplates crossing a line when desperation meets opportunity at closing time.
[Verse 1] Clock says 10:57, fluorescent buzz overhead Counting quarters in my palm, kids need to be fed Old man behind the counter, counting down his till Door chime rings like church bells, Lord forgive my will [Chorus] Three minutes 'til close, three minutes 'til sin Hooded sweatshirt pulled tight, let the reckoning begin Empty bottles judge me from their dusty shelves Been talking to the devil, been lying to myself [Verse 2] Parking lot's empty now, engine still running hot Phone keeps buzzing in my jeans, another overdue I forgot Saw my face in the window glass, didn't recognize the man Wonder how I got this low, wonder if I even can [Chorus] Three minutes 'til close, three minutes 'til sin Hooded sweatshirt pulled tight, let the reckoning begin Empty bottles judge me from their dusty shelves Been talking to the devil, been lying to myself [Bridge] Turned the key and drove away Some lines you just can't uncross Rather starve than lose my soul Some things ain't worth the cost
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