How to Hang Yourself

I want time to cry
I want time to lie down
I want time to fall away from this
I want time to brew
I want time to be hopeful
I want time to try to get you back
But I don't want any time alive if it's gonna be like this

Now, your body is fictional in my mind
And nothing at all in my hands
Your heart- if it's still left- is a glass box I've tried my best to fill with the only good things I can remember

I know you really don't think about me much anymore
But you're all I can put in my head
There is nowhere to go
I have all the time in the world
And it keeps me tied to you
So stop laughing at me