Sloth Trot - Ghostpoet

This clock keeps going

I tried all night to find a smart way to mute it out

But my feet were awake

Or sunbed try held fast don’t scream or shout

And my arms keep slipping

And time’s still ticking enough to send hearts all over that cliff

So what place is this?

Not sure I fit

I chose too quick

More miss than hit

I have never found

Something I believe

Spent my days on the never know

Waiting on the key

Oh my godfather’s or rather start then sacrifice the dough

So I’m thinking slow

I’m thinking slow

I’m thinking slow

I’m thinking slow

And I can’t see, breathe, chase steps, move left, make moves I want to please,

please

And this tube stop life I can’t keep up, pack bags, look man I have to leave,

leave

I don’t know, I get caught out quick, it makes me feel sick, how is,

hold on it’s all of me

Is this all there is?

Not sure I see

Some come out clear

But then there’s me, see?