Head Full Of Clocks

Tick… boom…

Tock… tick…

I’ve been in my head too long,

and the clocks won’t quit.

Tick tock — time keeps dragging on clocks,

But I stopped counting hours ‘cause my pulse might stop.

And if it stops a little early, would I die a fool?

Or spend forever wondering what I couldn’t pull through?

Every mirror in my house got a shady grin,

Shows a stranger on the glass — wonder when he moved in.

This city reeks, yeah everyone laughs,

But they rot underneath all the painted masks.

Maybe I’m broken, maybe I’m wired wrong,

Maybe the fight in my bones ain’t meant to stay strong.

If I don’t fall in line, I’ll get targeted more,

Guess the way that I am doesn’t fit their decor.

I’ve been in my head just a little too long,

Too long staring at the dark and the dawn.

Searching for a version of me I lost,

Digging through memories, paying the cost.

Tick (boom), tock (tick) — the chime never goes,

I’m playing tic-tac-toe with the ghosts in my skull.

They keep signing the O’s, like they’re taking control —

If I’m ever gonna win, I need out of this hole.

Blinded by the fights in my head — I keep getting,

Blinded by the fights in my head — no forgetting.

Time is taking life, life is killing time slow,

But I swear I’ll crawl out even if I have to blow.

Tick tock — life is crawling like decay,

Everyone applauding while I waste away.

They’re happy just to stay ‘til they rot — but I’m not,

I need lift, need flight — everything around me’s shot.

Clocks whisper, demons grin,

Dotting crosses just to lose again.

They sign all the O’s, like they’re mocking my tries —

But every loss becomes a ladder I climb.

Head about to blow, pressure cutting so deep,

Grinding my teeth while the shadows don’t sleep.

Life threw a blow, bruises split at the seams —

Lying on roses but buried in weeds.

Clouds formed over my dread so I climbed above,

Broke the floor of my depths just to relearn love.

Something deep in me begging to grow —

I won’t let the poison get its hold.

Tick (boom), tock (tick) — the chime never goes,

Tic-tac-toe with the demons, always signing the O’s.

But if I’m ever gonna win, I must rewrite the goal —

Burn the whole damn clock, dig myself out this hole.

Blinded by the fights in my head — I keep getting,

Blinded by the fights in my head — still regretting.

Caught in a trap where the night never ends,

But I swear I’ll walk forward even blind, even bent.

Call me psycho — lights off, then on again,

Trapped in phases, same boy caged within.

Awake and aching, but I need hope,

Life is taking time, time tightens the rope.

Panic — brain static, attic filled with ghosts,

Every thought elastic, snapping where it hurts most.