The song eludes my mind
I don't even care what it is really
The music isn't important
It's the scratch
And the bump
I sit here
In my chair
Listening
to the Tick
And the Tock
And the Scratch
And the Bump
The memories flood my once sharp mind
As my tea grows cold
And the night air grows damp
I don't even notice
Tick, Tock
Scratch, Bump
He swirls me on the floor
My dress whirls around my legs
The champagne has made me light headed
As he stares into my eyes
And the world is ours to take
Tick, Tock
Scratch, Bump
We walk in the park
He stops me under the willow tree
And presses my back against the bark
His cologne fills my senses
His lips consume me
Tick, Tock
Scratch, Bump
A searing pain
A pleasure indescribable
Fogged windows
Leather seats
Tick, Tock
Scratch, Bump
A young man in a uniform
Holding out a letter
"I'm sorry to inform you ma'am"
A searing pain
Bump
Bump
Bump
I sit here
In my chair
Listening
To the Tick
And the Tock
My tea has grown cold
And the night air damp
But I don't even notice
And I don't even care

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