Chunks of yesterday coming back one by one,
My future's going like looking through a fogged-up window.
I don't feel like leaving my bed, It's warm like her smile,
Before life rips me from once more, I'll lie longer a little while.

I feel it constantly coming closer, tick-tick-tick-tock.
The sky is growing heavier, Slowing down my walk.
N' everyone's speeding 'round led by "busy" lives,
Well, I walk around all too aware of distractions, wondering how and why.