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