The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight
I'm just staring at these dark blue skies to find some insight
I don't have much to offer when raising my voice
But confronting demons is what I tend to avoid
I feel lost... it's easy to admit he's dead
Why take care of myself when I can stay in bed
But what's the difference... when he's laying in a casket
I guess we don't die... we just take a leave of absence
My girls jean jacket feels like it's ripping
She said "don't wear your heart on your sleeve because it's fitting"
I've been missing out on the things that matter most
Like seeing close friends and family but I know that's how it goes
My grandpa's dead... honestly it f*cking hurts
But to live my life... parts of me gotta die first
When the clock strikes 12 with or without warning
Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight
I'm staring into your hazel eyes to find some insights
Cuddles relinquish, subtle glimpses
But if I keep repeating myself, my words diminish
I feel lost... somethings I can't admit
I don't stay in the past... I just need to revisit
But that's differences between self love and loathing
It's easy facing my fears when you're the one I'm approaching
I've been wearing your clothing and I'm hoping it's for now
But instead of hanging my head... I thought I wore you down
It's hard reaching out when I'm stretched too thin
So I talk too much and avoid letting you in
I guess I only speak and interrupt
But it means so much when you tell me that "I'm good enough"
You've stayed by my side and I act like I'm surprised
When it's hard enough to understand why my grandpa died
I know he's dead... and I guess that's unfair
I can't believe that he's gone... but I believe why you're there
When the clock strikes 12, with or without warning
Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
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The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight
I'm just staring at these dark blue skies to find some insight
I don't have much to offer when raising my voice
But confronting demons is what I tend to avoid
I feel lost... it's easy to admit he's dead
Why take care of myself when I can stay in bed
But what's the difference... when he's laying in a casket
I guess we don't die... we just take a leave of absence
My girls jean jacket feels like it's ripping
She said "don't wear your heart on your sleeve because it's fitting"
I've been missing out on the things that matter most
Like seeing close friends and family but I know that's how it goes
My grandpa's dead... honestly it f*cking hurts
But to live my life... parts of me gotta die first
When the clock strikes 12 with or without warning
Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight
I'm staring into your hazel eyes to find some insights
Cuddles relinquish, subtle glimpses
But if I keep repeating myself, my words diminish
I feel lost... somethings I can't admit
I don't stay in the past... I just need to revisit
But that's differences between self love and loathing
It's easy facing my fears when you're the one I'm approaching
I've been wearing your clothing and I'm hoping it's for now
But instead of hanging my head... I thought I wore you down
It's hard reaching out when I'm stretched too thin
So I talk too much and avoid letting you in
I guess I only speak and interrupt
But it means so much when you tell me that "I'm good enough"
You've stayed by my side and I act like I'm surprised
When it's hard enough to understand why my grandpa died
I know he's dead... and I guess that's unfair
I can't believe that he's gone... but I believe why you're there
When the clock strikes 12, with or without warning
Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
I'm just staring at these dark blue skies to find some insight
I don't have much to offer when raising my voice
But confronting demons is what I tend to avoid
I feel lost... it's easy to admit he's dead
Why take care of myself when I can stay in bed
But what's the difference... when he's laying in a casket
I guess we don't die... we just take a leave of absence
My girls jean jacket feels like it's ripping
She said "don't wear your heart on your sleeve because it's fitting"
I've been missing out on the things that matter most
Like seeing close friends and family but I know that's how it goes
My grandpa's dead... honestly it f*cking hurts
But to live my life... parts of me gotta die first
When the clock strikes 12 with or without warning
Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, minutes to midnight
I'm staring into your hazel eyes to find some insights
Cuddles relinquish, subtle glimpses
But if I keep repeating myself, my words diminish
I feel lost... somethings I can't admit
I don't stay in the past... I just need to revisit
But that's differences between self love and loathing
It's easy facing my fears when you're the one I'm approaching
I've been wearing your clothing and I'm hoping it's for now
But instead of hanging my head... I thought I wore you down
It's hard reaching out when I'm stretched too thin
So I talk too much and avoid letting you in
I guess I only speak and interrupt
But it means so much when you tell me that "I'm good enough"
You've stayed by my side and I act like I'm surprised
When it's hard enough to understand why my grandpa died
I know he's dead... and I guess that's unfair
I can't believe that he's gone... but I believe why you're there
When the clock strikes 12, with or without warning
Everyday starts again, we're midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, the hands overlap
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12
The clock strikes 12, there's no turning back
When the clock strikes 12, I can't tell time
So if I can't take you back... I'll take back what's mine
The nights just begun... I'm just reinforcing
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring
Writer: Owen Lefebvre
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid