Atmosphere - Clocked lyrics

Once upon a time, there was a young boy
He grew up on the banks of the Mississippi
He wants to fly away to
Find his personal paradise
But first I give thanks and
Then finish my whiskey
I can't explain why I feel so alone
When I'm surrounded by these people
Who won't leave me alone
We used to treat the pain like an obstacle
Before we knew it offered opportunity
To glue me to you it's a beautiful life
We tryin' to notice it
But it's a difficult life
You gotta hold it in your fist
Like a knife, don't ever bleed for vampires
Skeptical of suckers tryna feed my trash fire
If you got the time
You gotta make that impact
Bend up the bars and break out of the syntax
I keep running until I collapse
Until my time's up and I don't come back

Make time to have a good time
If you can't find time
You might have to buy time
Take a timeout before you're all out of time
It's about time, don't be wasting my time

Once upon a time, there was a young boy
He grew up on the bottom of the Twin Cities
We bothered everybody at the party
She could've been my Bobby
I probably was her Whitney
I'll write a song for you
Then write another one
I struggle just to keep it
Down to a couple of pages in the notebook
Save you on a hard drive
What's it gonna take to get
Your name in the archives?
And I pretend to do the sensible thing
But I've been swimming upstream ever
Since I could dream
And it don't even seem like
The line's getting shorter
I need a drug that makes time move slower
I been complaining just a little too often
I should be thankful for
These limited options
I got a full belly and something to cough on
Somebody tell me what the fuck is my problem?

Make time to have a good time
If you can't find time you
Might have to buy time
Take a timeout before you're all out of time
It's about time, don't be wasting my time

You know what time it is
You know what time it is
Time's killing us, time's killing us
We killing time and time's killing us
Time's killing us, k-killing us