Tick tock
Watch the clock
That's so hard though
My eyes can't keep up with the tick of the clock
The sounds are a deafening whisper
Stale conversations
Deserve but a bread knife
But if only I can reach that bread knife
Oh, the knife is metaphorical
I knew that...
I've been here for centuries
The same spot
I think this couch now has a hole in it
I've sat that long
But it's so comfy
Just mummify me already
I wouldn't care
It's a wonder how I'm writing this letter to you
I've never done something like this
I don't like it
I don't think I can mail this
Mmmmm... This blanket's soft
Come join me
That way I can stay here
But I want to be alone
I don't want to be bothered
Tick tock
It's now midnight
There went the day
~ Sloth
