There's gum on the clock
Knocked down flat by
Spinning seconds
A distraction for the untrained
Eye
The gum is on one side
Of the clock
Which is on one side
Of the wall
The wall that seperates us
From the nightmare
Of shag carpets and church shows
On Saturday morning
Mom's cooking fruit loops upstairs
Laughing in a drunken state
She yells "Go back to sleep!
It's not time for cartoons yet!" But you wrap yourself up in your
Thin blue blanket
And lay on the floor
Always watching the clock
But, you always hate
When the gum
Gets tangled up
In your hair