Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The second hand on the clock ticking away
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Seconds blur into minutes blur into hours
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The seconds counting down, the only sound aside from harsh breathing
Shaking, a sick feeling bares down like the weight of their expectations
Stirring, reaching blindly for another taste of freedom
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Ragged breaths expelled forcefully
Each sip bringing the end of the bottle
Bringing the end of the night
The end of this struggle just a little closer
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Temptation a teasing mistress in this darkest of nights
Fingers clenching into white knuckles wrapped around this bottle of comfort
Stinging throat, stinging eyes
Tracks of memories of bad decisions making their home on my cheeks
Crushing realizations, today feels no different than yesterday
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Back numb from sitting in the same position hours long
Legs cramped, heart aching
Chest tightening with every remembered fault
Bleak
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Stray thoughts regarding responsibilities
Obligations, duties, expectations
Overwhelmed but resigned
Dependant on the bottle to make the sun come up again
Dependant on temptation of endless darkness
Endless solitude
A never-ending sleep
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The clock strikes another hour
A crack of another bottle breathing fresh air
A stale smokey feeling resonating in the night
Wiping tarnished eyes with worn sleeves
Wiping the bottle with cracked lips
Draining the years of disappointment from the dregs of backwash
Teaming up with the night to pretend that tomorrow doesn’t exist
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Left hand relaxes and another empty bottle clatters to the floor
Clinking sounds of broken dreams
Falling through shaking fingers like every hope
Right hand clenches harder
So hard the plastic handle of the steak knife creaks like loose floorboards
Temptation and cloudy thinking and short breaths
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Just two cuts
End of everything and not one more day
No more failing to fulfill ideas or ideologies
Just two quick swipes
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Let it go
It falls to the ground and gets lost
Amidst the debris of empty bottles and resignation
Shoving off of the wall to stumble towards bed
Fall down fully clothed and pull up the covers
Sinuses full of mourning
Not ready to face another day
But daylight already breaks through the clouds of yesterday
Steady stream of sun filtering through the drapes
The clock counting down until tomorrow
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick-tock
The second hand on the clock ticking away
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Seconds blur into minutes blur into hours
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The seconds counting down, the only sound aside from harsh breathing
Shaking, a sick feeling bares down like the weight of their expectations
Stirring, reaching blindly for another taste of freedom
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Ragged breaths expelled forcefully
Each sip bringing the end of the bottle
Bringing the end of the night
The end of this struggle just a little closer
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Temptation a teasing mistress in this darkest of nights
Fingers clenching into white knuckles wrapped around this bottle of comfort
Stinging throat, stinging eyes
Tracks of memories of bad decisions making their home on my cheeks
Crushing realizations, today feels no different than yesterday
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Back numb from sitting in the same position hours long
Legs cramped, heart aching
Chest tightening with every remembered fault
Bleak
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Stray thoughts regarding responsibilities
Obligations, duties, expectations
Overwhelmed but resigned
Dependant on the bottle to make the sun come up again
Dependant on temptation of endless darkness
Endless solitude
A never-ending sleep
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The clock strikes another hour
A crack of another bottle breathing fresh air
A stale smokey feeling resonating in the night
Wiping tarnished eyes with worn sleeves
Wiping the bottle with cracked lips
Draining the years of disappointment from the dregs of backwash
Teaming up with the night to pretend that tomorrow doesn’t exist
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Left hand relaxes and another empty bottle clatters to the floor
Clinking sounds of broken dreams
Falling through shaking fingers like every hope
Right hand clenches harder
So hard the plastic handle of the steak knife creaks like loose floorboards
Temptation and cloudy thinking and short breaths
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Just two cuts
End of everything and not one more day
No more failing to fulfill ideas or ideologies
Just two quick swipes
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Let it go
It falls to the ground and gets lost
Amidst the debris of empty bottles and resignation
Shoving off of the wall to stumble towards bed
Fall down fully clothed and pull up the covers
Sinuses full of mourning
Not ready to face another day
But daylight already breaks through the clouds of yesterday
Steady stream of sun filtering through the drapes
The clock counting down until tomorrow
Tick, tock
Tick, tock