Killing Time (To Keep the Dream Alive)
Shoddy wordplay dressed as relevant thoughts on the off-chance something clicks.
It's superficial, dull grandiloquence married to pomp, a stranger to circumstance.
Fuck the deep end,
Drown in shallower seas salt the same old wounds to taste the
Stale betrayal, years of serious time spent healing made to seem meaningless.
Ordinarily I'm not the one who has to fake feeling sick
Hoarded misery may have to be enough for the winter
So I survive, I breathe. But I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
I've got passion I've got drive, but I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Safe discretion, simple stylish lines so designed to hide indifference
Paved denial, feigned lucidity
One fucking lie could make me a fucking liar!
Scared thes will burn
While we're building the castle!
Monuments that scream "Please don't forget me"
So I survive, I breathe. But I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
I've got passion I've got drive, but I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Curtain's closed, convinced that morning hasn't come.
Like a tidal wave, the sun comes crashing through
Rips the darkness away
Look at who you are!
How'd you think you'd be at 23 you're letting yourself down!
Face in pillows and sheets
Time to wake up!
So I survive, I breathe. But I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
I've got passion I've got drive, but I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
It's superficial, dull grandiloquence married to pomp, a stranger to circumstance.
Fuck the deep end,
Drown in shallower seas salt the same old wounds to taste the
Stale betrayal, years of serious time spent healing made to seem meaningless.
Ordinarily I'm not the one who has to fake feeling sick
Hoarded misery may have to be enough for the winter
So I survive, I breathe. But I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
I've got passion I've got drive, but I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Safe discretion, simple stylish lines so designed to hide indifference
Paved denial, feigned lucidity
One fucking lie could make me a fucking liar!
Scared thes will burn
While we're building the castle!
Monuments that scream "Please don't forget me"
So I survive, I breathe. But I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
I've got passion I've got drive, but I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Curtain's closed, convinced that morning hasn't come.
Like a tidal wave, the sun comes crashing through
Rips the darkness away
Look at who you are!
How'd you think you'd be at 23 you're letting yourself down!
Face in pillows and sheets
Time to wake up!
So I survive, I breathe. But I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
I've got passion I've got drive, but I'm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Van Der Kuil, Damon Wilson
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