Bittersweet

My clock's got arms And it's got feet It likes to beat the shit out of me It likes to beat the shit out of me When I look at the clock I realize that I'm late No time to contemplate I've gotta get my body in the car Yeah I just got back And it's really great I get to see everyone When I'm here, I know my fate But to-do list's huge I've gotta watch my back Tons of dead fish swimmin' around Focus is what I lack Focus what I lack