Please Wait

Monday’s got a gun to my head,

Snooze button's begging me back to bed.

Same old shoes on the welcome mat,

Same small talk, I’m done with that.

The mirror's lying, says I’m “fine,”

But I drew cracks in that silver line.

I’m not broken, just misaligned—

Midnight’s where I redesign.

So I wrote a letter to my past—

Told it “thanks,” then burned it fast.

I buried my alarm clock in the backyard,

Marked the grave with a neon scar.

Time don't own me, I’m off the grid—

Chasing dreams like a reckless kid.

I’m not late, I’m right on spark—

Rising like a question mark.

So dig me up when you need to feel—

Alive and off the spinning wheel.

Traffic jams in my bloodstream,

Daylight feels like a dying dream.

But I built a rocket out of noise,

Fueled by anger and teenage poise.

They said “grow up,” I said “nah,”

I’ll grow out and then I’ll draw

A map that’s got no compass line—

Just scars and stars and battle signs.

Now I’m laughing at the chase—

Spray-painted freedom on my face.

I buried my alarm clock in the backyard,

Marked the grave with a neon scar.

Time don't own me, I’m off the grid—

Chasing dreams like a reckless kid.

I’m not late, I’m right on spark—

Rising like a question mark.

So dig me up when you need to feel—

Alive and off the spinning wheel.

Punch in, punch out,

Clock hands choke, I scream and shout.

This life ain't sold in rows and charts—

It’s a fistful of lightning and borrowed hearts.

I buried my alarm clock in the backyard,

Left my fears in a junkyard car.

Not escaping—I'm just real,

Off the script, behind the wheel.

Yeah, I’m not late, I’m wild and sharp—

Rising like a question mark.

So call me chaos, call me zeal—

But I'm the proof that life can feel.

Alarm clock graveyard—rest in peace!

(And may the dreamers never cease.)