Tell me am I that wrong
Or do I just see things straight
And if I get dressed up
Real pretty
Does it matter if I show up
A couple hours late
And if I pass does it matter what the test is
I'm sick of growing restless
Check listing all life's metrics
But nonetheless I
I think of myself as a cog in an old, old clock tower
I tell you that it feels like I'm thinking about nothing
Just diamonds in a dustbin, dancing as the gears turn
At least I'm thinking about something
A healthy dose of substance
Laughing as the clockworks
All of my unsaid words
Burning holes in
The insides of my pockets
If they bubble up
Through my mouth
Just know that
I could not stop it
No matter wondering now, I'm comfortable how I
Decorated my space
So if I come in last does it really even matter if
I enjoyed the race?
I think of myself as a cog in an old, old clock tower
I tell you that it feels like I'm thinking about nothing
Just diamonds in a dustbin, dancing as the gears turn
At least I'm thinking about something
A healthy dose of substance
Laughing as the clockworks
Diamonds in a dustbin baby
The crux is in the cadence I was saying it wrong
You
Found your truth in a job
For your pops it's a car
Other folks it's a god
I
Lost god in the clockwork
Found myself at a concert
Funny thing
It was twenty different artists singing one damn song
