Alarm clocks and church bells go off in my headnBoth equal reminders there's no escaping deathnWhile I'm at a bar sitting all by myselfnScribbling shitty poems about time on my napkinnnNo matter where I drivenEvery light and street signnReminds me I'm stuck tonightnWishing I'dnDone more with my timenThan waste it on these linesnI go back to my apartmentnTo lie on my bednnSo stuck with this feeling that I live my lifenIn a green screen room as each scene passes bynI pull my sheets closer, and stare blankly outsidenAs the fog masks my window, I know all things eventually subsidennNo matter where I drivenEvery light and street signnReminds me I'm stuck tonightnWishing I'dnDone more with my timenThan waste it on these linesnI remain in my apartmentnRotting in my bednnAlarm clocks and church bellsnAre constant remindersnI need to start changingnOr at least make some progressnnFrom the wheel to the airplanenAnd all the architecturenEvery great inventionnAll done without measure