Corners aren’t too bad to stand in
When you have nowhere to go
The clock will be your only friend
When you’re sitting there alone
The faces in the pictures
Pose dusty in delight
They bury their eyes into yours
Try to take out all your light
The doors are getting smaller
The walls are closing in
Your fears are getting taller
Your worlds coming to an end
Your fingertips go through
What wasn’t even there
Your future and your new
Things that never go somewhere
Sit still and let it drown you
Your day has nearly come
Time is the woman in the shoe
She’s whipped you and you’re done
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Corners aren’t too bad to stand in
When you have nowhere to go
The clock will be your only friend
When you’re sitting there alone
The faces in the pictures
Pose dusty in delight
They bury their eyes into yours
Try to take out all your light
The doors are getting smaller
The walls are closing in
Your fears are getting taller
Your worlds coming to an end
Your fingertips go through
What wasn’t even there
Your future and your new
Things that never go somewhere
Sit still and let it drown you
Your day has nearly come
Time is the woman in the shoe
She’s whipped you and you’re done