Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes another hour.
Power.
That's what the clock has over us,
ticking from our first fuss,
to the last time we tie our shoes and get on a bus.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
Another clogged up rut.
The odd feeling in my gut,
the sound of the ticking making me jut.
The door is shut.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
Can't you see?

It was me.
I tried to be set free,
I wanted to flee,
I just wanted to be.
Forgive me?

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
The mouse is in trouble.

Bubble.
The clock had it popped,
your life has been cropped,
your skull was dropped.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.