In my head, it made sense
Why I stayed up with my pen
If today could last me longer,
Then tomorrow won't begin
Sunday night's just the beginning of the end.
All week I hold it in, count to 3, count to 10
Count to 50 till it stops
But the world's a ticking clock
Ticking quicker till you're sicker and you're living just to rot
And it's not
I'm at 90 but the ticking never ceases
120 and I'm praying I can rest in all my pieces
There's no time to glue me back, I've got scholarships to do
I've got deadlines and exams, there's no time for freaking glue!
Wish I knew back when I started I would be so brokenhearted
Wish the web weren't addicting,
there was a college I was picking,
All I need
is a pause.
Just a colon or a comma
for this sempiternal life;
a cesura from the drama.
Primadonna would I be?
If I ached for notes of silence?
If the violence will not cease,
Then I have to seal my eyelids.
Tick, well even here I see
Tock, that time will never cease
Tick, and so I dare to think
Tock, that it was meant to be
Tick, You think that life is short?
Tock, It's long as we perceive
Tick, so maybe time is slower when you drink what you receive
So maybe all I need's a passion telling me to write a poem
'Bout the family and friends that push me through and keep me going
'Bout the times when I was drowing but I taught myself to swim
Cause it took me long enough to realize I had come to win
So maybe time's relentless, well, so is love and it's all I need
A pause is just a second long, but love's forever guaranteed