Sloth Trot

This clock keeps going
I tried all night to find a smart way to mute it out
But my feet were awake
Or sunbed try held fast don’t scream or shout
And my arms keep slipping
And time’s still ticking enough to send hearts all over that cliff
So what place is this?
Not sure I fit
I chose too quick
More miss than hit
I have never found
Something I believe
Spent my days on the never know
Waiting on the key
Oh my godfather’s or rather start then sacrifice the dough
So I’m thinking slow
I’m thinking slow
I’m thinking slow
I’m thinking slow
And I can’t see, breathe, chase steps, move left, make moves I want to please,
please
And this tube stop life I can’t keep up, pack bags, look man I have to leave,
leave
I don’t know, I get caught out quick, it makes me feel sick, how is,
hold on it’s all of me
Is this all there is?
Not sure I see
Some come out clear
But then there’s me, see?