And On The Clock Your Heart Will Tick (2009)

And on the clock your heart will tick

and Tock till the end of time
like a criminal that was pardoned for his unpublishable crime
like a season that fell short of me feeling fine
like a summer that wasted too much sweet lime
love and waste
nothing to taste
nothing to see
but useless and free
from the spill of ink
that doesnt dry or think
of tomorrow and the next
smile from a text
from you and your fingers
and all I envy are singers
that can sing their heart
from beginning to start
while i can't hit a note
and I reach for my coat
cause it's cold outside
and in you I confide
these thoughts of rust
that began with lust.


But What Of Trust?