seven hours late Lyrics

My last seven hours falling off the clock

Scrapping down the wall, bidding farewell

My blurred eyes gazing at a photo

It too, tethered into madness, sight fading

All the lines and colors of you. Slowly draining

Your photo. Now, a blank white paper canvas

A last glance intoxicates whatever moves me

If it's any comfort

I might want to hug my odes to you

Recite my broken blunders

Epic failures

Stand on my crooked past

Reprimand convicted crippled fingers

That caused you to be gone

A fruitless remedy

I can tell by the way I'm missing you

Wanting to be wrapped in between layers of your dreams

Your breath as musical notes

In tune with magnetic symphonies

Dedicated to this melancholy

Show the love of god. I heard so much about it

So peel the skin off reminiscing words

Let the couped-up dreams spill on these dying days

Let them wander your streets, pace time away

You can take this guilty in an assassination

Seek my fading wandering breaths as a countdown

Or one last chance to tempt something in you to adopt me

But now I'm seven hours short laly

That went searching for you in L.A

I'm seven hours late

Laly I'm seven hours late