It’s ill-advised
My starry eyes
My hope and light
My dreamers plight
It’s best to sanitize
Cause there’s a chance it might
All go awry
And disappointments messy like
Confetti falling down from the ceiling
Even when you’re finished cleaning
It’s still hiding in the rafters
Waiting for a quiet evening
To leave you grieving for a life
That you never even got around to meeting
When the clock strikes midnight
Oh what will be left of my life
When the clock strikes midnight
Oh what will be left of my life
Life
What will be left of my life
Life
When the clock strikes
Strikes
Strikes
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
Will my carriage ride
End tonight
Will my charmed life
Turn back into mice
Will everything that I’ve
Ever prized
Be stolen like a package left outside
Anxiety is messy like
Confetti falling down from the ceiling
Even when you’re finished cleaning
It’s still hiding in the rafters
Waiting for a perfect evening
To leave you screaming for a life
That you never ever wanted to be leaving
When the clock strikes midnight
Oh what will be left of my life
When the clock strikes midnight
Oh what will be left of my life
Life
What will be left of my life
Life
When the clock strikes
Strikes
Strikes
Midnight
Midnight
Insecurity is like
Waiting for the other glass slipper to drop
Leave you cutting up your fingers trying to clean up
The shattered pieces drowning in your tears and your blood
Cause you knew that you were never enough
Oh what will be left of my life
When the clock strikes
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
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