I am Jack's forward motion.

I won't tell you how to live your life, so please stay far away from mine.

Always watching out for which and whethers...

Always running out of time...


Drip drap, peeling back the skin of summer, autumns, everything unwinds.

Inside-out and all-about, my heart is always running out of time...

Always running out of time...

I have to know, if you'll float away with me...

The faster I go, the further away it seems you get...

Are we floating nowhere yet?

Drip drop, try to stop the forward motion, all heads tend to fall behind.

Wasted whethers of the wish cut steeper, always running out of time.

Always running out of time...

With all of me white, and all of her red...

I should have stayed, but I lost my head.

With all of our words, divorcing themselves...

I should have stayed, but I lost my head.

I should have stayed...

...but I lost myself...

Always running out of time...

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