Clock

I dreamt of lyricism last night
It's been six months
Hasn't been five
Three of my favorite blue and green

'Cause of every night I look down
The top of the stairs
Prepare for my compulsions
And push away my hairs
The hands on the clock are standing still
One day this'll be over
I hope it will

I've cut myself off from what you people do
You don't need to know
What I've been up to
Staring at the crack between the door
And the wall

'Cause every night I look down
The top of the stairs
Prepare for my compulsions
And push away my hairs
The hands on the clock are standing still
One day this'll be over
I hope it will

You don't understand
I've already seen it once, but I don't believe it
All these things out of place are
Keeping me from sleeping, yeah

'Cause every night I look down
The top of the stairs
Prepare for my compulsions
And push away my hairs
The hands on the clock are standing still
One day this'll be over
I hope it will



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