CLOCKWORK.

❂ SIX YEARS YOUNGER.

VERSE ONE:
orange-flavored wafers, ice and rollerskaters
diary entry secrets, morning assembly speeches
assignments unfinished, and the clock's still ticking
"let's leave it all in god's hands, and hope she won't shout at us again."
'cause teachers are known to be malicious, tear up our dreams and show us off as 'ambitious'

CHORUS:
bonfires in half past summer,
six years younger, at 12 o'clock
we left in a blunder at the bus stop
gap in the door, flaw in the plan
"smores at four, we'll leave in ten."
it's old news that the dishes you bring to the table are new to me
i'm always under scrutiny

VERSE TWO:
fake snow falls on the back roads
you bought tons of hundred on the field trip
canned tomatoes, packaged goods
dropped by the door with no bell on the porch

let's throw the masks we made yesterday
and make new ones today
however colorful, however frightening - it's your wish

(CHORUS)

OUTRO:
thank you, thank you, thank you
in earnest
with love, with love, with love
my blessings
save as draft, make it last