You’ve got this way about you
Something I hate about you, every time
Picking and choosing, winning and losing
You can’t justify
I’ll never win you over just by exposure
Oh, I can pick a fight
Watch it pass you by, name a better high
We could’ve made a scene all night
Going into the day, name a better way
For you to call it by its name
Clock feels like it’s moving backwards
And I don’t have the time
Can’t quite tell what you’ve ever been after
Clockwork motor, you wind me up again
I'm a tempered glass that you never could shatter
Hanging by a thread, oh it’s gotta be the end
Telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
See it all in print, so I know it’s real
What’s a better way to waste my time?
After time, you don’t have to lie
There's another door behind me
Clock feels like it’s moving backwards
And I just pass the time
I never know if I'm getting straight answers
Swallow 'em whole with an extra grain of salt
I won’t get by if I'm minding my manners
Only in time, and if you’re admitting fault
Telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
Tip of my tongue, I almost taste it
Tell me what exactly it is you’re so afraid of
We’ve come too far to just waste it
Show me these beautiful things you say you’re made of
Can’t quite tell what you’ve ever been after
Clockwork motor, you wind me up again
Crumple me up like a candy wrapper
Throw me away, I’d rather not pretend
Telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
I'm telling what I, telling you what I need
