You released me, although I was never caged, only sometimes trapped in your gaze, wrapped in your legs drowned in your watery eyes, but never burdened, or forced into a tight space by you that I didn’t fully wish to belong.
So why did you free me from the old ball and chain? Didn’t society teach you anything? I am a man. I don’t ever need liberation.
Once I was a fool knowingly bathing in the sunlight
and day after day staring into its rays excited about the heat it placed upon my skin forever forgetting the damage it did to my hands the damage it did to my eyes the damage it did to my brain
BUT
by the grace of the stars I found my way up and heavenward rediscovered the beauty of reflection
the-power-of-pull as well as the rhythm of time which heals and endures
Oh yes once I was a damned fool yet now that I’ve regained my senses
[Verse 1] You’re always pulling me close to you, baby You’re always pulling me down I’m always close to your legs, baby I’m always going down
It’s always sex o’clock in the morning It’s always sex o’clock at night Even in the middle of the day, honey You’re always asking for the tick-tock
[Chorus] Tick-tock, tick-tock Tick-tock, tick-tock We’re always burning up the whole clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock Tick-tock, tick-tock You’re always asking for my whole clock
[Verse 2] I’m always tired after midnight You never give a damn about my dream-time You’re always asking for another time Which always leads to another night
You don’t give a shit about my job So I don’t give a shit about yours If your boss asks why you’re late tomorrow Just tell him you found a new toy
[Chorus 2] Tick-tock, tick-tock Tick-tock, tick-tock We’re always burning up the whole clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock Tick-tock, tick-tock You’re always asking for my whole clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock Tick-tock, tick-tock Damn, you’re always asking for the whole clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock Tick-tock, tick-tock Damn, you’re always asking for my whole clock
Since you’ve been gone I’m avoiding words Most of all poems Can’t wrap my hand around a pen And advocate the heavenliness of love When I’ve been forcefully converted To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating