Coo - Coo

Coo-Coo

Tic Toc

Echoing in my head; sitting here bored

Rather be partying instead bored outta my gorg

Tic Toc

Like molasses in the dead of winter; the hour hand creeps

I lay here like an insomniac wishing I could sleep

Tic Toc

Setting the pace this stupid clock; a very slow pace at that

I can’t help but think what my friends are doing; where’re they at

Tic Toc

Pacing the floor now wearing the rug thin

Feels like I’m losing my mind; with nothing to do

No need for the clock to chime

on the hour I’ll be the one going coo-coo

Tic Toc

Maybe if I close my eyes and stop watching time

It’ll pass me by unnoticed; then it’ll be tomorrow before I know it

But then what will I do; the same as today

Sit and watch for time again; slowly passing my way

Greeting me like it always do “Tic-Toc”

As it makes me “Coo-Coo”

You say I’m bored…I believe so too. Tic-Toc; Coo-Coo