I let my pen run out of ink and
my car run out of gas
I used the last drop of the milk and
drank from the last clean glass

I’m wearing the only clean socks I have left and
I washed with a sliver of soap
As fast as I climb, I seem to remain
consistently at the end of my rope

Shampoo bottles stand on their heads
waiting to drip their last drop
While I’m making my list and planning ahead
knowing it won’t ever stop

The best that I ever could hope for
is a rope with a knot at the end
So when I start slipping I know it will catch me
and then I’ll start climbing again