It’s funny how, we rush and squirm
To fill our days up to the brim
Filling this coffee cup, that never ends
I’d swear it off for good if it only meant
That I could stomach the days gone by,
A slow ticking clock makes we want to cry.
And it’s funny, how the day’s gone fast
My coffee cups can never seem to last
Long enough to keep me occupied
From noticing how much time is in supply.