Out of ink, out of time,

out of sight, out of mind.

Out of hope, out of grace,

out of spite, out of faith.

 

Out of gas, out of trust,

out of money, out of lust.

Out of clothes, out of fears

out of socks, out of tears.

 

Out of jokes, out of laughter,

out of happily ever after.

Out of milk, out of lies,

out of bra, out of size.

 

Out of pity, out of joy,

out of loosely acting coy.

Out of credit, out of dress,

out of house, out of mess.

 

Out of signs, out of rage,

out of courage, out of age.

Out of color, out of juice,

out of ever acting loose.

 

Out of ignorance, out of bliss,

out of nectar, out of kiss.

Out of context, out of hair,

out of acting like you care.

 

Out of error, out of trials,

out of humor, out of miles.

Out of fiddle, out of fine,

out of drugs, out of line.

 

Out of film, out of fate,

out of love, out of hate.

Out of chance, out of luck,

out of ever giving a fuck.

 

Out of rhythm, out of booze,

out of things that I could choose.

Out of shape, out of fat,

out of this, out of that.

 

Out of fun, out of night,

out of candles, out of light,

running low on things to rhyme,

I wrote you out of me on time.

~Sarah Carlisle