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.