I'm getting weaker
I'm wearing thin
I hate how obvious I have been

I lost myself in your eyes.

Your thought follows me like the echo in a cellphone
Except I know more so of what I say and how I do
And it makes me uneasy in front of you

At some point something's bound to happen.

I have two clocks on me.

Dinner is for people who have someone to eat it with.
Lunch is only necessary.
Though breakfast can be a lonely feast.