Older Clocks

the only thing that's worth me spending
i don't have enough yet feel days are never ending
whether i fly through blue skies
or grind out some bland routine
i know that i'm running out of time

you chose to settle down and get a job
i don't mind but money it comes and goes
some people miss their family growing up
for paper and some pennies
that'll all change hands
but a memory does all it can
to help us remember that we are running out of time


some picture a perfect moment over and over again
whether it's one of achievement or sick revenge
but i'll just shrug and spin and twirl
in a moment, a sunny picture on a postcard
like i've got no care in the world
because i know that i'm running out of time

yet i'm still here in the same place i've been for years
doing the same things that i do, mistakes of old and new
same familiar places same old dull faces
time it marches on and leaves me with its wrinkles
but i'm so tied to accustomed fate
that i think one has to wait and see
it seems that its not what i make of time
it's what time makes others see of me

*
i've sure returned to normal
and my mouth tastes like me
not one hair on my head remembers us
eyes return to pristine blue
love is gone now once again we're true
i'm glad we're both through this
this one here, this ones for you

Sprinkles/Modern Love

woman you're out of your depth here
i've scratched my knees and bumped my head
so many times i could never shed a tear
i don't care you could be sleeping with fish
a ball and chain tight around your ankle
hitting the bottom of the ocean
letting out one last gargle
and i'd still be sitting there pretending i'm golden
be naive and naughty but don't you understand
there's nothing for you worth holding in my sieve of a hand

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Be your own eight-ball
and kill the summers mystery
the modern method is underway
patience lying in a heap
loyalty takes the final sleep
and pride hah theres no more to keep
ask and for a night you instantly get
no feelings for anyone to fret
while i lie out like a broken watch
not noticing time is changing
a sullen rose your stinking bed
and all my ideals hanging in my head