Clocking Hours

Third desk to the left, you tapping away

You wanna say how you feel

But you wonder who cares what’s real

This is what you expect

And some days it takes even less

To get through

Wanna be who you are but you’re so lost

Clocking hours, I've been waiting

Help me now instead of turn-ing away

Barely hangin' on

But there’s nothing wrong, right?

When everything you touch turns gold

And you can’t hold it on you’re own

On your own, on your own..

She belong to malice on an off day

Won’t greet you softly

Maybe out of her usual attire

Not in the mood

Told you

You don’t communicate in the typical ways

But you got nothing to prove

You got shit worth saying too

Gotta be who you are but you’re so lost

Clocking hours, I've been waiting (yeah~)

Help me now instead of turn-ing away

Barely hangin' on

But there’s nothing wrong, right?

When everything you touch turns gold

And you can’t hold it on you’re own

On your own, on your own..