petiks
the clock on my desk tells me it’s time;
the luxury of it must have been overused
coz i find myself drifting, sifting, trying to find
the right moment.
now i am split between the end and the start
and i have done nothing but read time.
the clock on my desk tells me it’s time;
the luxury of it must have been overused
coz i find myself drifting, sifting, trying to find
the right moment.
now i am split between the end and the start
and i have done nothing but read time.