The A-B Theory

Alarm Clocks and Church Bells

The A-B Theory


Alarm clocks and church bells go off in my head
Both equal reminders there's no escaping death
While I'm at a bar sitting all by myself
Scribbling shitty poems about time on my napkin

No matter where I drive
Every light and street sign
Reminds me I'm stuck tonight
Wishing I'd
Done more with my time
Than waste it on these lines
I go back to my apartment
To lie on my bed

So stuck with this feeling that I live my life
In a green screen room as each scene passes by
I pull my sheets closer, and stare blankly outside
As the fog masks my window, I know all things eventually subside

No matter where I drive
Every light and street sign
Reminds me I'm stuck tonight
Wishing I'd
Done more with my time
Than waste it on these lines
I remain in my apartment
Rotting in my bed

Alarm clocks and church bells
Are constant reminders
I need to start changing
Or at least make some progress

From the wheel to the airplane
And all the architecture
Every great invention
All done without measure