It's Not That We Have Little Time…

The blue light from the screen burns the retina 3 AM and the timeline never ends, yeah Twenty windows open in the browser tab We're faking that this burnout is a gift we have You said the day needed a few more hours But threw half of them out like withered flowers Between a refresh and a coffee gone cold The future’s just a story that's already old. It’s not that the clock is our enemy It’s just that we’re running in circles, endlessly Measuring life in signal bars and pings Waiting for the climax that tomorrow brings. It's not that we have little time It's just that we waste so much Chasing a rhythm without a rhyme A ghost we can't quite touch The hands of the clock aren't the villains here It's the hollow spaces that we hold so dear It's not that the sun sets way too fast It's just that we forgot how to make things last. We said we’d meet up at the next station But notifications became our connection "Almost there," you type from the couch While the stopwatch bleeds out, a digital slouch We pile up days like they’re just spam Promising a life to some future "I am" But "right now" is a corrupted file And the silence is screaming for a while. Five minutes of glory on the feed Ten thousand years of boredom in the lead We run, and we run, and we run to arrive At a place where no one feels alive. Seneca on the headphones, battery low The waste is the only thing we have to show. It's not that we have little time It's just that we waste so much Chasing a rhythm without a rhyme A ghost we can't quite touch The hands of the clock aren't the villains here It's the hollow spaces that we hold so dear It's not that the sun sets way too fast It's just that we forgot how to make things last Wasting so much... Time isn't short Wasting so much... We're just out of court