Ticking clocks stop for menBecause I can't keep up with timenAnd bedroom door sighs, we're not readynBut fix our hair and we'll be finennYour cigarette smoke coils to form shapes of silhouettesnWhilst they're digging their roots into soilnYou're wary not to slam a door shut full of regretsnnYour glass is full to the brim todaynTake care, take care and it wont spillnThese maps and these lists mean nothing nownAnd there's dreams you must fulfilnnBut each time the dust settles andnEach time the air clearsnI find another reason to disappearnnIf there was a reason to stay I wouldnBut there's not so here's goodbyenAnd here's to not knowing you at allnAnd here's to loving with no tiesnnYour cigarette smoke coils to form shapes of silhouettesnWhilst they're digging their roots into soilnYou're wary not to slam a door shut full of regrets