Bittersweet
Wyatt Shears
My clock's got arms
And it's got feet
It likes to beat the shit out of me
It likes to beat the shit out of me
When I look at the clock
I realize that I'm late
No time to contemplate
I've gotta get my body in the car
Yeah I just got back
And it's really great
I get to see everyone
When I'm here, I know my fate
But to-do list's huge
I've gotta watch my back
Tons of dead fish swimmin' around
Focus is what I lack
Focus what I lack