Clock Hands & Second Chances
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Can we roll back the hours
And refresh the calendars
To the time and the place
Where we said we'd never change?
Can we go back to the town
Where we almost drowned
In our sappy cheeto-cheesy love?
Where I was lost in your hugs?
Time isn’t kind, it makes us grow old
Time to unwind, don’t do what you’re told
Just forge on into the night
Don’t give up, stand up and fight.
These clock hands with their demands
Hold second chances for long lost plans
And we know we still hold the key
To unshackle from our misery
No switch was struck, just out of luck
It’s not too tough, it wasn’t all that rough.
But it’s not ideal, And I’m trying to heal.
But I’m scarred. And left in a lonely bar.
These clock hands with their demands
Hold second chances for long lost plans
And we may not hold the key
Shackled to our misery.
Give me a place to lay down
Hold my hand, erase my frown
Take me as I am.
And I’ll try to be a man.
Give me another let down
Drop my hand, emplace my frown
Break me once again
I’m just the shell of a man.