Tock. Tick.
You're out of time.
The clock has ticked
It's 8:39.

I know it was wacko.
I know it was cruel.
Just shut up and listen
To the ''tock, tick, tock.''

It's the sound of fading love.
The sound of times anew.
I wouldn't care if it were
''eight-thirty-blue''

Your tocks have been tallied.
Your ticks have been numbered.
Your time has been cashed.

Time there is no more.
In the girl who still loves you
Only a receipt with the numbers
8:39.