There's a clock in this room,
I swear I can hear it.
There's a clock in this room,
Just can't fucking find it.
Keep finding pictures of me
From your younger days.
Something's chasing me through
These streets, and I'm losing;
When the fire dies, I hear
It stepping through my veins...
I found a picture of me
From your wedding day.
Keep seeing you in the mirror, and it scares me.
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