Time

They glide so smooth
through my fingertips
The seasons move
I lose my grip
I think that I am well equipped
to turn hours into minutes

Its just another day slipping away
why cling to what is not meant to stay

Its just another day of memories
that I let pass so foolishly

Another bruise
I bite my lip
Another ruse
another quip
another goodbye kiss
 for another ship Ive missed


Its just another day slipping away
why cling to what is not meant to stay

Its just another day of memories
that I let pass so foolishly

Another moment came and went
another sentence thats been spent
In this self imprisonment
of what I would rather forget

the hands of time
do not exist
no hands can hold
or make time quit