Bittersweet

My clock's got arms

And it's got feet

It likes to beat the shit out of me

It likes to beat the shit out of me

When I look at the clock

I realize that I'm late

No time to contemplate

I've gotta get my body in the car

Yeah I just got back

And it's really great

I get to see everyone

When I'm here, I know my fate

But to-do list's huge

I've gotta watch my back

Tons of dead fish swimmin' around

Focus is what I lack

Focus what I lack