all of the people gather.
Am rather nervous. Can't stand mirrors.
Have a tape measurer in my bathroom. Do you follow me?
Licked that cold grain like it was precious.
Remember when my unkempt life was a tidy den?
My limbs move twenty four hours a day. I don't know any better.
And you still won't have me.
Yet speak as if I am the cause of your long nights. (I would love us to dig that familiar hole)
Just because you have a clock in your hand doesn't mean you can control time.