10 Minutes to Detonate

Ten minutes left. Ten minutes left on this wild, wild, year.

Phone in my hand, but I'm right here. Eyes on the

clock and the crowd on my chest. Heartbeat counting down with every breath.

We've been loading up the seconds like confetti in a gun. Every little disappointment,

every tiny win we won. All the coulda, shoulda stories hanging heavy in the

room. Now we spin them into rockets, send them straight to the moon.

Take all the almost, all of the next time. Throw them in

the furnace, watch them catch fire. We're not waiting for a sign