Is your head so heavy with the crown that you can't even focus your glare?

Does the bitterness start in your mouth and work its way out from there?

Do you still keep that picture by your bed even though you haven't talked to them for years?

As it becomes less about what was said and more about the way it appears

The hours go slower than ever

Was there a time when you were unconsumed? Was there a time when you could see through?

Maybe beyond the ranking in the room, was there something bigger than you?

It doesn't matter if I understand, it doesn't matter if you come clean

While it becomes less about the life you have and more about the one in your dreams

The hours move slower than ever

The hours pass slower than ever