Minutes like Seconds

and time's running out
but you're still relaxed, composed
over this hectic situation

and time messes us up

and the clock on the wall
just mercilessly ticks on
minutes like seconds
spinning around an empty barrel

and you dont notice what i want

and like a dragon
my heart leaps from its chest
like music off the key
like a broken guitar

and the day dies
coz minutes are like seconds
spinning on an empty barrel

it dies too fast
and maybe im too late
maybe time's my enemy
a sin

but only maybe?
im too uncertain
coz my heart has exploded
and it feels so fake

and the day dies again
maybe time isnt a sin, my enemy

i still see you before me

but the minutes pass like seconds
spinning on an empty barrel