What if.

The clock on the wall for once would work.
I wouldn't have to wonder what time is it.
I would just look up and know.

What does timing have to mean these days anyways?
It's everything and more, to tell the truth.

Maybe there's a little part of my patience that is getting inpatient.
I wonder, with all the wall flowers in your world, what you really think about.

I don't wonder all the time, just at certain times, and then I wonder - what your clock is telling you.
If I was there and you were here, would there be a tick-tock to the clock?

If only time could tell, and clocks could work and timing would time up well for once, in my f'ing life.

Then I might be more into you.

You know what I mean?
There's a certain part of me that thinks you do;)

Word up.