Midnight Mooring

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Drent

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When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence 
You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events 
I'll tell me your story, take time in the morning 
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring 

I'm in the background... taking photos with a dark glare 
Sometimes my favorite place in the world is when you're not there 
Refining... search engine optimizing 
I wake up every night just to see if light is shining 
The timing's perfect... every moments on display 
I close my apertures in hopes they'll capture brighter days 
In a dark web... this only happens for a second 
Accept message requests, accept the consequences 
We filter mediums, the magnitude of our words 
But to see you as you are is something you can't converse 
I'm left speechless... only to see what's been posted 
Scrolling past at first glance hoping they'll take notice 
It must be hard, questioning if you're worthy 
When being the most important's has a false sense of security 
I'm laying in bed, but I'm also feeling drained 
If actions speak louder than words... f*ck a title change 
Because I've spent more time on mentions & tagging 
Instead of expressing the pain from my grandpas passing 
So when the clock strikes 12, hashtags endorsing 
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring 

The clock strikes 12, the clocks strikes 12 
The clock strikes 12, take time for yourself 
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 
The clock strikes 12, take time for myself 
When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence 
You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events 
I'll tell you my story, take time in the morning 
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring 

You're in the background... taking photos with an affect 
Meanwhile I'm counting the days since my grandpa's death 
I'm a mess... I need fuel for my engine 
I'm just following directions like a funeral procession 
Bad timing's something that I can't seem to grasp 
I'd rather let myself go than hold myself back 
I'm in a dark place, I need a silver lining 
I control my destiny but can't control when I'm dying 
I have no filter...the magnitude of what I say 
Is buried underneath the urge to push people away 
So when I'm quiet... I get lost in my brain 
Relationships evolve, death I'm certain you can't change 
It's fucking hard... asking me if it's worth it 
When the next best thing... really isn't all that perfect 
I'm still in bed, my grandpas dearly departed 
The few times he opened up, taught me to be guarded 
Because I spent more time, mentioning assumptions 
Instead of getting the answers and "whatever it comes with" 
So when the clock strikes 12, mourning-morning 
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring 

The clock strikes 12, the clocks strikes 12 
The clock strikes 12, take time for yourself 
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 
The clock strikes 12, take time for myself 
When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence 
You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events 
I'll tell you my story, take time in the morning 
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring 

The clock strikes 12, the clocks strikes 12 
The clock strikes 12, take time for yourself 
The clock strikes 12, the clock strikes 12 
The clock strikes 12, take time for myself 
When the clock strikes 12, hashtags commence 
You keep coming back to me like a sequence of events 
I'll tell you my story, take time in the morning 
No midnight marauders, just midnight mooring

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