The Clock Ticks On

The clock ticks on
And this doesn't get any easier
The crushing weight
Of the hole you left
I still taste the salt of your skin
Lingering with every breath
And the smoke of your cigarettes
That mix of elation and death
Bitter and rough
And burning my lips
I still long for the adrenaline
Rushing to the end

And I am reckless
And I will wreck this
We can make the old mistakes
We can fake the old charade
When we were restless
And I will wreck this
We can fake the old charade
We cannot fade away

Where were you yesterday?
In my arms, out the door
I'm all mixed up
The past all compressed
I still long for your skin
Your body, your breath

And I am reckless
And I will wreck this
We can make the old mistakes
We can fake the old charade
When we were restless
And I will wreck this
We can fake the old charade
We cannot fade away

So what have we learned?
I am the fuse
You're the match
And I want to burn
So what have we learned?
I am the fuse
You're the match
And I want to burn
So what have we learned?
I am the fuse
You're the match
And I want to burn
So what have we learned?
I am the fuse
You're the match
And I want to burn
So what have we learned?
I am the fuse
You're the match
And I want to burn



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Derango
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