Dayz

Days get shorter as we're nearer the end We meant no harm but we can't pretend Like we didn't see it coming a mile away We ignored the dark for the sake of the day I'm a planner, the compulsive sort I like structure and function and being important I react poorly to change of plans I fall apart when things are out of my hands Why do I pay with time? The days are just a grind I'm a dweller; hell, I'm a worrywort I like art and music, and I'm kinda short I'm agender and queer and the stick in the mud Every day is a dud Why do I pay with time? The days are just a grind I'm a hopeless obsessive who's benefit is doubt Compulsive creator without the clout A thousand times a day reliving a dream That never really happened and didn't mean a thing Days get shorter and the nights get long You thought it was the dark that done me wrong But the cold, cold empty don't bother me As much as the thought of ceasing to be Why do I pay with time? The days are just a grind