I have a night clock
Next to my small bed
It was a present from my mom
It's quite the gadget
Time's on the ceiling
So every time when I can't sleep.
I watch the minutes
Turn into hours
And I can never count the sheep
My mom wants to keep me awake
This clock is more that I can take
So I have to let you know
I'm sorry mom, the clock has got to go
And now I don't know
How to explain this
But both my hands have turned to fist
I have no patience
So keep your distance
This clock is like a (frustration) catalyst
I wrote this song at 3am
Last Sunday night while you were sleeping
I wrote this song without a doubt
While you were passed out loudly snoring
I'm sorry mom
It's got to go
This clock is starting to drive me crazy
This clock is gonna get the best of me
And now it's time to go back to my room
Unplug this goddamn clock of mine
I have a night clock
It's in the closet
