Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards - The Clock

THE CLOCK

I've been caught up in my mind
And time slips away and I've been fine letting it die
Now I find, it's a waste to let it waste
It seems that time's meant to be killed

I will devour all, the little seconds now that pass, and make it last, I'll bleed them dry and use them up
And I won't give a fuck, if I should fail, if I should fall, I'll bleed it out, I'll give it all, I'll nail myself into the wall

The clock is laughing and I'm gasping, grasping, can't relax
The time has come to be undone, to beat back death, it's so much fun
The clocks run out

So here I lie awake, combing through the hours passed, the notеs I've scrapped, and looking for my last mistake

Neurotic to the bone, these thoughts are not my own,
I'm copy pasting, fuck it all erase, and start over again

Searching for my voice, but all the noise corrupts my mind, it's just so hard for me to find the perfect words
The melody that works, no one would even know, no one would notice, but I owe this to myself to make it
Perfect, I am going crazy, won't settle for being lazy
I'm not writing this for you, I don't have shit to prove to you


And all I wanna do, is take this time to do it right the first time so I'll
Write until I'm blue, and maybe you can hear it too
The shit that keeps me up til 2 and
Makes me question why I waste my time
Pretending I can step in line with you

Written by:
BENJAMIN WOOD, CHRISTOPHER LASHLEY, DANIEL MCGINN, ETHAN NEEL, JAMES THOMPSON, JONATHAN GARRETT, LOGAN FROM

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