At around nine o'clock
my ship decided to dock
away from the ocean of denial
I heard the split of the rock
the disintegration of us
seems obvious to because
you've gone your way and me mine
if only I would have spoke up at around a quarter to nine
given you a reason to stay
some sort of loving sign
instead I'm left here alone
the same troubled soul in the wind
looking back I never should have participated
in the war of words scheduled for ten
throughout eleven thirty
cause thats when things got dirty
I called you out of your name
and claimed your unworthy
without speaking on my own shortcomings
and with midnight shortly coming
the old resort of running
eluded my current cunning
and as the clock stroked twelve
I knew you had put me on the shelf
and there was nothing I could do to get you back
I now know I must live with that
but if I could I would certainly pay
to just relive a fraction of that day
believe in truth I'll wipe clean our slate
and do anything else I must for the clock to reverse to eight
