The Clicker

Broken to open my vial of elegant remains
Tired and woken my illegitimate restraint
Wired to broke again, I'm willingness relaxed
Admired but shook and why will there be relapse

The world is caught by your confidence
But it only loses when you say it is

Open your lampshade and try yourself to get retired
Broken but happy, it's wise more help is hired
Token of half-baked, all your ideas inspired
Move off the gram, babe, mall tour years expired

Your patience is a virtue
That gravity really suits you
My cavity in pursuit knew
Take time for you to reboot through
I've got this temporary ache
And it won't go away until I forsake it
My body is a temple for life
But it's falling apart from the day I stay sick



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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