Why do I live by that damned clock?

Woke up late, running in circles looking for the keys,
Twenty things stirring in my mind like a tornadic breeze;
My wife attempts a kiss, but I shrug it off,
The baby cries for me, but she is messy with breakfast stuff.

The job is chaotic, I am drowning in work,
I was even later when it took me twenty minutes to find a place to park;
The boss is breathing down my neck like some brimstone dragon,
I swear these last few months, I have wanted to fall off the wagon.

Tick Tock
Why do I live by that damned clock?
It is choking me to death by its temporal attack,
I am running on fast forward...and I can not even look back.

The house is falling apart, coming down around our ears,
The wife says we need a marriage counselor, through her tears;
The bills are piling up, although I am working six days a week,
It is supposed to be MY life, but I am not warranted a peek.

My mother-in-law hates me, claiming I'm not a good provider,
I should have went to school longer, I should have strove higher;
There was not time to stay in school, with mouths to feed,
I have been squeezed and I have been pulped...and now I no longer bleed.

Tick Tock
Why do I live by that damned clock?
It is eating me alive by its sands of time,
And my inadequacies are mimicked by its perpetual rhyme.