Ticking Clocks Lyrics

I spilt some coffee and let the stains set

Was too unbothered to clean up the mess

Same as the blood left on my hands

Jesus Christ, I should find a therapist

Somebody to talk to

You'd think without shame

But she'll sit and take notes

About the way that I gaze

At the walls and ceilings alike

I can't even get past the analysis

Oh time keeps letting me down

When will my clock stop ticking so loud

I'll watch true crime 'til I freak myself out

Dried eyes in the dark

Paralysed on the couch

What a fucked up world to be in

Not surprised if I'm murdered by some narcissist

'Just For Today' would play as I would cry

The reaper's on my back

Feel him breathe down my spine

And I wonder if he'll take me soon

Maybe I should wake up and live a bit

Oh time keeps letting me down

When will my clock stop ticking so loud

And I, I'd hate to kill the mood

But the lining's rusting

And I don't know what to do

Their eyes, they're staring at me

Through my walls

And they're begging for me to get the guts

And make the call

Oh time keeps letting me down

When will my clock stop ticking so loud