A Broken Face

An unsteady diet of

What this grind yields to gnaw on

Sweat drips to grease the wheel

Churned for drying tongues

Helping hands hold out advice

And a firm grip on my windpipe

Do your limits still feel secure

As they veer you toward the guardrail?

Setting expectations high

Could be the end of us both

Like a watch with a broken face

Where did the time go?

Setting expectations high

Could be the end of us both

Like a watch with a broken face

Where did the time go?

Where did the time go?