he was sick of his clock stopping
wind it up, that girls stayed sleeping next to him
watch stops, the batteries run down
he started his broken sentence, “no alarms…”
the watch stops, the batteries run down,
he started his broken sentence,”no alarms and no surprises…”
he was sick of her excuses
to not take off her dress when bleedin’ in the bathroom
he was sick of his clock stopping, wind it up
no alarms an no surprises…
no alarms an no surprises…
no alarms an no surprises, please
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