A Broken Face

An unsteady diet of What this grind yields to gnaw on Sweat drips to grease the wheel, churned for drying tongues Helping hands hold out advice And a firm grip on my windpipe Do your limits still feel secure As they veer you towards the guardrail? Setting expectations high could be the end of us both Like a watch with a broken face where did the time go? Setting expectations high could be the end of us both Like a watch with a broken face where did the time go? (WHERE DID THE TIME GO?!) Where did the time go?