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.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
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.
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