The idea of seconds has never sat well with me.
Second rate, second chance,
Second rate, second chance,
even first place ties
have always just reminded me
have always just reminded me
of the seconds passing by.
Losing time, is a big fear of mine.
So much so
clocks have never lasted long in our home.
Their hands fell at those of feathers
bearing down on them like firearms.
Their hands fell at those of feathers
bearing down on them like firearms.
Sometimes it's hard,
to hear anything but menace in their heart beat
when once we were naive enough
we heard it as hope.
when once we were naive enough
we heard it as hope.
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