Clocking Hours
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Third desk to the left, you typing away
You wanna say how you feel
But you wonder who cares what's real
This is what you expect
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 turning away
I'm barely hanging on, but nothing's wrong, right?
When everything you touch turns gold and you can't hold it on your own
On your own, on your own
She belongs to Mars on her off day
Won't greet you softly, may be out of her usual attire
Not in the mood
Told you, you don't communicate in the typical ways
But you've got nothing to prove
You've 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 turning away
I'm barely hanging on, but nothing's wrong, right?
When everything you touch turns gold and you can't hold it on your own
On your own, on your own