Is the reason you’re letting that clock there run all the way down to the very last click, is it because you need to look down the barrel of a gun to find out what you really believe…
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
Listen to me boy, The future’s bright. What they say is true but don’t lose sight. Time won’t wait for you. can’t let the hands of time slip right through these hands of mine
Imagine spending all day at the beach with your boyfriend or girlfriend, your skin soaked up by the sun and then when it get’s a bit cooler you both just lay on bed, still warm from the time at the beach and your hair still salty from the sea and you just fall asleep perfectly.
Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you’re struggling. Tell me that you’re scared. No,
Tell me that you’re terrified of life.
Tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost. Tell me how he left. Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had.
Tell me that it ain’t ever coming back.
Tell me about God. Tell me about love.
Tell me that it’s all of the above.
Say you think of everything in fear.
I bet you’re not the only one does