Clocking Hours

Third desk to the left, you tapping away
You wanna say how you feel
But you wonder who cares what’s real
This is what you expect
And some days it takes even less
To get through

Wanna be who you are but you’re so lost

Clocking hours, I've been waiting
Help me now instead of turn-ing away
Barely hangin' on
But there’s nothing wrong, right?
When everything you touch turns gold
And you can’t hold it on you’re own
On your own, on your own..

She belong to malice on an off day
Won’t greet you softly
Maybe out of her usual attire
Not in the mood
Told you
You don’t communicate in the typical ways
But you got nothing to prove
You got shit worth saying too

Gotta be who you are but you’re so lost

Clocking hours, I've been waiting (yеah~)
Help me now instead of turn-ing away
Barеly hangin' on
But there’s nothing wrong, right?
When everything you touch turns gold
And you can’t hold it on you’re own
On your own, on your own..