⪤·ɤ৳⨾৹⏒⛧⏒৹⨾৳ɤ·⪤ [Verse 1] The clock leans in Breathing its bad advice Into the bend of my ear · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · "Do nothing" It whispers "But do it thoroughly" · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · I arrange my minutes Like mismatched cutlery Shiny Useless Objects at hands · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · I practice existing On the dotted lines 50% chance for life or death 100% for the in between Detached but clinging onto... · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · The cycle Still underneath Still above all And yet beyond · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · [Chorus 1] Give me one more day to waste Then another Then another Till I vanish in the pattern Let the hours wear my fingerprints away I’m killing time while time completes the murder · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · I just need one more day to waste Then another Till the senses soften and surrender Walk past meaning till meaning walks past me Maybe it will finally find me in the ruins · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · [Verse 2] The ceiling drips imaginary constellations Each stain a stalled possibility A map of routes I never take · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · I drink lukewarm plans From a chipped white mug Taste of almost Aftertaste of ash · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · My to‑do list moults Leaves paper skins on the desk Every unchecked box A tiny unscheduled funeral · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · In the window My reflection lags behind my movement A tired understudy Learning my lines in reverse · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · [Chorus 2] Give me one more day to waste Then another Then another Till the pattern becomes person Let the hours file my edges into air I’m killing time while time prepares the flowers · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · I just need one more day to waste Then another Till the questions dissolve in hues Walk past meaning till meaning walks past me · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · Maybe it will finally find me... · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · [Bridge] Consider this bargain: I offer nothing In meticulous detail As if… I promise to scroll on life Until my mind becomes weather Until my eyes forget how to focus on faces I vow to postpone epiphanies Stack them like unpaid bills Fold their bright corners under · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · In return: I request a single extension On existence Renewable daily Like a hella-fishy subscription · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · Meanwhile The calendar grows teeth Each square a quiet bite Taken from the red apple of my future And still I sign the contract With a yawn And a slightly later alarm · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · Somewhere behind me A better version of myself Paces the corridor Checking themselves out · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · Somewhere ahead A small sharp moment Waits at a space-stop Holding a placard with my name · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · I let both of them pass Or all of them “sass!” Eyes, on the cracked moon Ears, full of clock-wheeze Lips, stretched out in fashion Hands, poor victim of cerebrum Oh, what-else to densely misalign?! · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · One more day I say to no one One more One more day to waste Then another And another Tada-dadaaa Dadada la laa… · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · [Outro] Hence the second hand Smiles its thin fading blur Set another Then another And it grants you the wish By taking it away One another And another And another Yet another (And another) · · ·ɤ৳⨾৹◊৹⨾৳ɤ· · · (I just need one more day to…) ⪤·ɤ৳⨾৹⏒⛧⏒৹⨾৳ɤ·⪤ 🔒 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗘𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇
