I spilt some coffee and let the stains set Was too unbothered to clean up the mess Same as the blood left on my hands Jesus Christ, I should find a therapist Somebody to talk to You'd think without shame But she'll sit and take notes About the way that I gaze At the walls and ceilings alike I can't even get past the analysis Oh time keeps letting me down When will my clock stop ticking so loud I'll watch true crime 'til I freak myself out Dried eyes in the dark Paralysed on the couch What a fucked up world to be in Not surprised if I'm murdered by some narcissist 'Just For Today' would play as I would cry The reaper's on my back Feel him breathe down my spine And I wonder if he'll take me soon Maybe I should wake up and live a bit Oh time keeps letting me down When will my clock stop ticking so loud And I, I'd hate to kill the mood But the lining's rusting And I don't know what to do Their eyes, they're staring at me Through my walls And they're begging for me to get the guts And make the call Oh time keeps letting me down When will my clock stop ticking so loud