Holding my watch up to the light,
wonder if it's worth the fight. Digging, scratching the blade deep beneath
the two and six
trying to get a tiny fix
following the vein to the heart, the sun, the light.
The time is never right.
(I'll cut deeper to the left)
This time sharp below the one
Back to lack, back to fun
Coming now, falling down
Lace melting on our tongue
From two to three and back to one.
Lift it up between my lips, pain erased by timely sips.
No thought, no mind, so little time.
No thought, no mind.
All about time.
A broken watch reflects the light just the same as one wound tight.
Hold my wrist against the wall, pounded hard still no alarm will call.
Keep cutting deep to the heart of me. You never know what is meant be.