Crooked Hands

These clocks they pile up
Until the ticking weights enough
Crooked hands bend around
Unsure which way is up
That you would deceive
As these seconds proceed
My face spins around
These emotions will drown me

Tomorrows on the rise
The past is telling lies
And we trip on the line
Where horizon finds the floor
And through these lives
A world entwined by design
Around emotions declined
Each with one foot out the door

If time is all
That we share now
Why would you waste it on me?
If time is all
That we share now
Why did I waste it on you?

A universal deceit
Between a tick and a beat
And death proceeds with
The second just after
Through these days
In emotional haze
Our faces contain
The pain and smiles from before

If time is all
That we share now
Why would you waste it on me?
If time is all
That we share now
Why did I waste it on you?

If time is all that we share now
Was it a waste?
If time is all that we share now
Was it a waste?

If time is all
That we share now
Why would you waste it on me?
If time is all
That we share now
Why did I waste it on you?



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Messier
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