Ticking away,
The clocks are faster, the tempo has changed
And when you count, It’s excruciating
How living starts to feel much more like waiting
When I bleed, sand hemorrhages from me
All I see, an hourglass half empty
Seconds turn into minutes, to hours, to days of my life
Weeks then blend to months into years into decades gone by
When does the clock strikes midnight?
Its hard to sleep
When you audit the hours its syphoning
And when once you notice, you do the math
How many minutes do you really have?
When I bleed, sand hemorrhages from me
All I see, an hourglass half fuckin empty
When I close my eyes
is when the clock strikes midnight
Seconds turn into minutes, to hours, to days of my life
When does the clock strike midnight?