well i did it again
left myself crying over almost nothing
staring up at the rain
the happiness of the day
fading as i lose my way
sketching out ideas i will never use
letting it fall to shambles
but hey at least i got back my muse
though im never sure if its the world
or if she's the herald
well time is time
and time goes tick
it goes out of line
and it goes tock
tick tock tick tock
im running out of time
well shit i lost my rhyme
this had a point
then i rambled
lost the idea
and let it go wild
thats right, the rain
i find it no coincidence that it rhymes with my name
nor my eternal pain
inside a body that always aches
the pain of countless matches
never quite fading
but hey i can still take a beating
and i may want to but im never leaving
not with a mind thats always traveling
hands that are always fiddling
a mouth thats always speaking
and eyes that arent healing
tick-tock goes the clock
and counts down upon on my life
telling me im running out of time
but its not like its a straight line
just for once id like to relax
but i do that too much they say
but can i help it its just my way
and sure someday ill pay
but not today
today i can still play
oh wait no i cant
cus im dragging myself through a gutter
tick tock goes the clock
reminding me i can still walk
and while i can walk and i can talk
im still free
but not eternally
someday it ends
tick tock goes the clock
swinging faster now
you dont want to know how
but how would the weakling know
tick tock goes the clock
tick
tock
