The Clock Is Ticking

by Julianne   Apr 18, 2006


The clock is ticking.
The clock is ticking.
And this is
why
I can never take the time
to
STOP.

In an ideal world,
maybe I would be able to
take the time
instead of wasting it.

But this
is not
an ideal world.

If only I
could take the time
to tell you something different
for a change
or something honest
for a change.

How do you think that might go,
baby?
Maybe I would say
I'm not ready to leave...
when really I mean
I just wish that you would stay.

But in my mind
I already know
we're out of time.
No time to waste.
No time to take.
Because the clock is ticking
The clock is ticking.

So how am I
supposed to
enjoy the moment?
How am I
supposed to
live for the minute
and cherish everything
that's in it
when the only thing
that I can see
are the hands of time
playing tricks on my eyes
never ceasing
to
STOP.

So maybe instead of wasting the time
by watching it fly
I could
STOP
the time and tell you
these words in my mind.

Whether I tell you right here
or somewhere out there,
Hell, I could say this to you
anywhere.

But the clock is ticking.
The clock is ticking.

And my ears are ringing
with the unspoken truths
so sheltered inside
on the tips of my lips.

Because
it's not that I
don't mean what I say.
It's just
that I am afraid
to mean
how I feel.

And this feeling inside
no, it's not a fear
of your future reply.
No, you make me terrified
of the words I know

you won't say back.
You won't say back.

So in my heart,
I've come to decide
That pulling this imaginary conversation
out of my mind
would be nothing
but a waste
of our precious time.
Deep down I already know
how this three-word epiphany
is gonna go.

What if I love you?

My ears are burning
for those words you hide
to justify
the apathy inside your eyes.

And here it comes,
that moment of
silence.
Always been one to play it safe,
You said you'd rather die
than tell a lie.

But to my surprise
your strained reply
was the only word
in this whole damn world
that has no
sound.

And as the clock was ticking
the clock was ticking,
the only thing that
I could do
was sit here and
wait for you.

What if I love you?
I said.
What if I love you?

And you said
Tick. Tick.
Nothing.

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