Clocks

Crash and burn, I toss and turn up all night

First in line, but last to learn wrong and right

Cursed to find these words of mine with a mannequin mouth

Try to hold them back, but they still fall out

I feel a little closer, to some kind of sober

Back and forth, over and over now

I've been chasing clocks

To find the missing parts of me I've lost

A kind of castaway

Stuck on a carousel, and playing show and tell

So here's my farewell, is this heaven or is this hell