Melanie Martinez
A, Bm, D, Gbm
Oh no, makin' time up so there's control
95 to keep the cycle goin', stress is blowin' up my dome
It's not my preference though
So I would, the sun is risin' so we crawl
I'd rather burn the candles at all the ends
No wax left to melt, we're a mess
Time it haunts me like a stalker in the bush
Just waiting for the moment I am still
To make me rush and make me ill
Press and fall with all the damage done
Time I'm so worried about
The past I missed and future doubts
Clockwork, time ain't ticking no more
Wasted chances, one more
Wait around the corner, reality's choosy
Time's never losin', all of the pending dimensions you're cruisin', uh