I stopped telling you your name and hid from the clock
Tick tock
The minute hand is never surprised
But I am
And truthfully, theres no hiding from it
I can see 3 different ones as i write this
As this writes me
I’m shooken
That’s all
Balancing on what’s left of my shrinking hope
Holding my breath as she tightens the rope
That once so lonely wind now holds me close
As I walk past our house a soulless ghost