grandfather clocks
My mother called
That deadly drive, told no soul
Crashing into the depths
Waves swallow the car whole
Happens every night
Same old storyline
I drown
And I don't make a sound
I've broke all the clocks in the house
But the hands still tick so loud
It's only eight but soon it will be twelve
And every hour I hurt myself
And I wait for the inevitable
And it eats me alive
But we drove on the waves and you turned to me
Stop waiting to die
It's unfair to bleed
That deadly drive, told no soul
Crashing into the depths
Waves swallow the car whole
Happens every night
Same old storyline
I drown
And I don't make a sound
I've broke all the clocks in the house
But the hands still tick so loud
It's only eight but soon it will be twelve
And every hour I hurt myself
And I wait for the inevitable
And it eats me alive
But we drove on the waves and you turned to me
Stop waiting to die
It's unfair to bleed
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Writer(s): India Oakes
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