My walls are covered in broken clocks.
The time reads 5:59, and i remember nothing.
They're just mirrors that don't reflect anything.
And this chair i've been sitting on all these years has grown roots.
My mind can't think straight, i think i'll get off at 6.
The time reads 5:59, and i remember nothing.
They're just mirrors that don't reflect anything.
And this chair i've been sitting on all these years has grown roots.
My mind can't think straight, i think i'll get off at 6.