time after time

lying in my bed, i hear the clock tick and think of you
caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new

flashback-warm nights-almost left behind
suitcases of memories, time after...

sometimes you picture me-i'm walking too far ahead
you're callng to me, i can't hear what you've said

then you say- go slow- i fall behind
the second hand unwinds

after my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
watching through windows- you're wondering if i'm ok....