Put the Clocks Back

Dying in your twisted figure
Formation and deformation.
Like when we used to eat ice-cream on your lawn,
and sometimes i'd cry.

Yeah, just like that.

I'd always hoped i'd find someone unlike you
A person who was unfixable, just like me.

We could stack our shattered pieces up against each other
and form a clock tower
and rewind the time to stay an extra hour in bed
then entwine and unravel without a moments thought.

Just a pity we could not find the superglue.

Instead i'm picking you out from underneath my fingernails
And you still can't tell the time.

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