I can't turn it off, that goddamn alarm
continuously sounding as I lay here
Each "beep" saying your name
Pounding in the realization
That you won't be there
to hold me,
to fix me,
to make feel whole again
And you are no longer around t push that
stupid little button
to make the noise go away
Day after day,
That alarm tells me that it knows
Everything we built in that tiny infinity
It tells me I'm lying
I tell it, "No, This is what I wanted."
Or maybe it was, "this is what I deserve."
I know I'll learn to live with it:
The routine sounding of the alarm clock
Always there to remind me
Should I bring myself to push that button?
Can I do it myself?
Or should I let you stop the noise once again,
Day after day
I don't think that would be fair