Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
Second hands have never been my favorite on the face
They move so fast ‘n all too often give away the chase
My nature is to circumvent, linger, and repose
Press every button just to see what they expose
But you’ve got me on a stopwatch
I can hear the tick tick tick
Tightening that belt notch
The pressure growing thick
Yes, you’ve got me on a short leash
I can feel the pull pull pull
Pleasure garden pastiche
Always wanting, never full
Whenever we’re alone begins a balance beam routine
You set all the rules while I navigate between
I can’t tell if you’re aware of all that you’ve arisen
I’m too busy making choices with the time I’m given
‘Cause you’ve got me on a stopwatch
I can hear the tick tick tick
Tightening that belt notch
The pressure growing thick
Yes, you’ve got me on a short leash
I can feel the pull pull pull
Pleasure garden pastiche
Always wanting, never full
I have no choice — I’ll walk the walk
Try to outwit that damn old clock
Yes, you’ve got me on a stopwatch
I can hear the tick tick tick
Tightening that belt notch
The pressure growing thick
Yes, you’ve got me on a short leash
I can feel the pull pull pull
Pleasure garden pastiche
Always wanting, never full
Tick tick tick
I can’t stand all this suspense
Pull pull pull
I can’t breathe it’s too intense
‘Cause you’ve got me on a stopwatch
On a stopwatch
On a stopwatch