Tick-tock
the rhythm repeats
my head is full
my words are bleak.
The only friend
I've ever known
the lonesome shade
that watches my growth.
Into skin
that will never fit
into a life
that will always repeat.
Tick-tock
that stupid clock
reminds me of time
reminds me of thought.
Reminds me of the time
I had to think
the only time
when time felt unique.
Tick-tick
it skips a beat
that worthless clock
makes me lose my sleep.
To the only opponent
that has favorite
in my eye
move over apple
misery wants to shine.
Tick-tock
but i guess
it makes sense
I'm a mess of regrets.
In an attempt to ask why
if i still want to try
my goodbyes are all out
my hellos over seen.
And my love
at the bottom
of a hungering sea.