tick-tock

Bus stop weekly ride for a solid year
A year better than the one before it
And sometimes hockey sticking to the right means you have to be wrong and come down and I know at some point we've all felt like time bombs
But I assure you, this time, I AM one.

Doing well is relative to what we have to lose
And I'm unrelated to what we've come to
If I opened my mouth, my heart would fall out
And that wouldn't change your mind but
I should keep it shut
No use talking to minds starkly made up

We've been here like ten times tonight and I still can't wrap my eyes around it.
Some things just break my heart to see but
At bus stops, not Ashby
How could I ever tell you what I feel?

My heart is beating out of its hold
Maybe that's why I was so cold
I am so cold I freeze
With the thought of them being
And beating
In a game that didn't exist, one which wasn't mine to win and you insist
EQUAL
But maybe you've not the heart to tell them there's no love anymore
And this is why I'm a time bomb hitting zero
Without the heart to explode.