Clocks ticking and days forward Remember the time, when every word was lie or so we thought, the majority of the time, with our stomachs tied tight. Our drinks raised high, we sing to forget and change those days When the only way up is against gravity. Like a month turned cold when used to be warm and a friend turned forgotten, when you lost what you had. Those paper thin clamps were just as good as the money you'd spent on them. Like a fight waiting to happen or something you just want to say Get it off of your chest before it kills you in every way and then the next morning won't be so hard (with one less thought of yesterday.) By now, I would have you framed as something I could handle, but I'd never handle so well Under-appreciating the framework of skills we've set aside for future days. "future days" was the whole idea in the first place. Just be yourself, from now on In every way.