The clock on the wall never seemed so alive today.
Hear the tick, tick, ticking of it's hands.
I sit, waiting for a knock, knock, knock, on the door.
Yet. The clock on the wall never seemed so alive.
I passe back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
to the beat of the tick, tick, ticking, of the clock,
Yet, I swear the clock never seemed so alive.
As I sit, I think, "He's not coming. He never does."
as I sit.
Listening
for a knock, knock, knock
Listen.
To the tick, tick, ticking.
I raise the blade to my wrist.
The clock on the wall never seemed so dead...
