Sitting on the floor, thinking of it all.

Watching the clock move slow on the wall.

You say you love me..but where are you now?

All it took was a phone call for you to say chow.

How do you leave without an "I love you" or even a kiss goodbye?

I miss how close you used to lay by my side.

When did things change and where was I?

While I try to build us up..all you do is lie.

Why are you the one I love?

When I know you won't be here

When push comes to shove.

Why am I scared to let go and start over?

Why do I continue to let you push me over?

All these questions from a clock on the wall.