My metronome won't hush,
It will not
Shut the f uck up
Or have a cup of tea. Or a
Holideee.
It counts my steps
My pumps
My breaths
My syllables in a single sentence
The day by day of my penance
The winters since my first kiss
The minutes of this list
The days from my birth
Until my death
My breaths my breaths my breaths. How
Many there are left
The pointlessness, the smorgasbord
Of conceived success.
I'm sat on the beach in the sun
Then the advent calendar's begun
I'm sat on the beach in the sun then
The advent calandar's begun.
I'm dancing with my metronome.
Cheek to cheek
Week by week,
I'm dancing to the end of love
It's the number one song all over heaven.
It's the number one song
All over heaven.