Twelve o' clock AM
It's like a clock
Can't keep my numbers straight at all
And by the afternoon I'm
Gonna be wasted time
Seven is a prime number
So I get Saturdays every other week

Ends an even better day
Every other day
I trust in security
And then I'm thrown through the double doors
Ends an even better day
Fits together like my fingers
Lock and key and boat and ring
Here comes the doorbell

You know that I trust you to make the day worthwhile
If period base fourteen starting from the twentyfirst is odd
Your biological clock
Is digital
And binary
From the Sharper Image Catalog

Every day I wonder how to respond
To get an optimal result
I'm toying and I'm prodding
I'm redividing your ilk

I wonder who painted these walls

Ends an even better day
Every other day
I trust in security
And then I'm thrown through the double doors
Ends an even better day
Fits together like charcoal
Temper my temper and and bend it into iron
The ring is drooping

I'm taking economic stabs in the dark
I'm practicing ettiquette of a salesman
I'm trying to be fair
I'm trying to give you a shot
Whatever shot may be
You knew you knew I'd change
I didn't know you'd change
Today
Or two days from now

Ends an even better day
Every other day
I trust in security
And then I'm thrown through the double doors
Ends an even better day
Burns me, burns me all over now.
Moving pieces that don't fit together
Surgical tetris
The rows are exploding

Without intermediate frames of animation
The cityscape implodes at a jagged rate

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