There are days where I am high upon a dusk cloud
And rustic skylines bleed into bare trees

There are days where I bleed into white sheets
And I never leave the the lights on

There are days, and then more days
And minutes within smiles,
seconds ticking laughter, half assed conversation among fruitful hallways

Strawberry girl smiles and she would hate that I called her that
And maybe she would hit me and maybe I’m an *******, and maybe I’m a baby

And I’m a baby.

I remember not knowing I could die, not ever thinking about my heart, not ever waisting any time.
I should be that way now,
And yet as clocks continue to tick I just hum along in the warmth
So sometimes days become weeks
But sometimes days are just too short
And some days I am just to short
For the heights  I want to reach

I remember jumping had a different connotation when I was a kid...

All I ever used to want is time
And now the hands have been taken off of clocks,
And while I still hear the ticking-
       I have to guess if it’s only in my head
                                    Or
               5 o’clock somewhere again

And I never wake up to the sun.
I’m ghoulish white counting the bricks of my chamber
Trying to figure out if I would die if I jumped from the window
If I would die from being in a market
Or hugging someone I loved

All I ever used to want is time.
And now it just feels like we’re living fast forward in slow motion.
Going nowhere.
But advancing through our scenes.