lately, i’m losing track of time
12am usually turns to 9
gaps that i won’t need to fill
empty space will give me no thrills

now that time is plenty to kill
i’m starting to forget what’s real
sooner or later, it will break
this dam that i have built by mistake

trying to imagine the world
spiraling on and on, like a swirl
sugar’s always sweeter at first
once you have too much it’ll hurt

later if i still haven’t slept
what will be the thoughts that are left
watching the clock’s hands turn and turn
now that i have more time to burn