Secondhand

Calling all lonely

Souls in hiding

All those who've seen it all and slide away

I'm at a loss and

Could use confiding

Can I know the handshake?

Can I know the handshake?

I'm speaking in silence

And seeking out

Wallflowers picked

And hung to dry

Promising not

To make you think aloud

Or look you in the eye

We'll send it all out to sea

And watch the tired bones getting picked clean

And ironically

Eye the clock

As if a thing

We say can stop

A second hand from ticking

A second hand from

Taking

I'm weeding out

Every other thought

In here

It's seeping out either way and I'm

Out here

Shedding the cone of shame and I'm

Making my own medicine

Reading the teas and chasing lifelines down

Tracing where I've been

We'll send it all out to sea

And watch the tired bones getting picked clean

And ironically

Eye the clock

As if a thing we say

Can stop

A second hand from ticking

A second hand from

Taking

And ironically

Eye the clock

As if a thing we say

Can stop

A second hand from ticking

A second hand from

taking