The time that flies for you, for me, forever Every day surrounded by more days on end This is the kind of game that lives forever Calendar, leave out all that you can! The kind of thing I'd lost at when I'd have it all to do again The kind of game that's never fun Looking at what I've become Look me right in the eye And say that I'm the kind you just can't argue with (A fact far less than obvious) The kind of game that's never fun Looking at what I've become Look me right in the eye When I make coffee in the morning I take some, just a little bit Out of it's cup and put it in the clock by my bed