Time on My Hands


Everything seemed so easy in ante meridiem
But I was merely clocking out on delirium
I was an early bird trapped inside of a cuckoo clock
To lie in peaceful rest until my inevitable shock
The hands rose to strike me but missed and struck midnight
And I only fight or flight
And I flew away
Times flies what can I say?
But I fell off my clock or fell off my rocker
You decide what I might have been if I just chose to fight
If they ask me what's wrong, I'll only say what's right
And it's certainly not the girl who fell to the night
So just wind down my thoughts into the abyss
No one should ever have to feel like this
There are those who fast forward and those who rewind
But try and press play so you don't miss the time
I never could and I would like to go back
So please try and make up for all that I lack
The hourglass is running out of sand
So I leave you with this- is it blood or too much time on my hands

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