No one hears the tick of the counter
She'll make sure
No one hears the
Boom! when it goes off
Like a snooze button
She delays it
But time will run out on her
When she explodes
You'd better watch out
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time's running off the clock...
Talk, talk, talk
Talking about what?
You tell me
But all I hear is
Just for the heck."
I groan and look at the
Deceivingly clear sky
And pray for depth
Stop acting so swallow. Wait, that is an act, right?
Who are you to say?
Don't hiss at me.
"Now, as I was saying, Daren likes Laura but..."
Now, refresh my memory
Who was the one who said, "Shut up"?
I just want to scream in your face right now...
You talk the talk
As if you know everything
But show me
What is it you know
Because when I look at you
I think I'm looking ignorance in the face
What is this world coming to?
Things with no meaning
Things with no feeling
Things with no life
How can you stand it?
Listening to a song
Talking and rapping about sex and drugs
You don't even listen to yourself
Or look yourself in the mirror while you sing
That stupid song I hate so much
How can you stand
Reading a book about nothing
No depth, but a lot of passion
But they don't even describe passion right
You don't even read it
For the right reasons
How can you tolerate
All these things?
But when I try to say something meaningful
Something wise and mature beyond years
Your mind turns off and all you can hear is noise
Even now, you must be listening to that song of yours
Rapping about "how we gonna have a good time tonight"
You're probably reading that book of yours
Just getting to the good part, where he takes her to bed
Can't you see what this world is coming to?