Tell Me By Six
I love how we all sit in silence
as the clock begins to strike one
no surrender, we sit here, eyes open
waiting, we're waiting for sun
My fingers, they tap against the table
My thoughts are repeatedly on you
but not a word between us is spoken
and we're still silent as the clock strikes two
By three we're awake but so tired
you're still staring like i'm the one to blame
and maybe it is, but maybe it's you
but i don't speak, we sit here in shame
it's as if i'm sitting with a statue
as creepy as the creak of the door
so eerie, a ghost sitting across from me
and i'm spooked as the clock strikes four
i can't believe that you haven't spoken
if you loved me then you would speak out
cause now the clock is chiming at five
and if i open up it will be a shout
it's six in the morning, we're restless
i can't believe that i wasted this time
your eyes haven't moved for two hours straight
and all i've got from that night, was this rhyme
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