Testo Oh Time

Our time is complicated
It sails away when we want it to stay
Moves slowly
Staring us down when we want it to move on

Balancing on the line
No net to catch this time
I am a patient in your room of waiting
Turn pages of magazines
Wait for the bad news

Balancing on the line
No net to catch this time
When everything is a lie
No net to catch this time

Try and stand still
But you can't run away, run away
I was basked with no natural light
Always set me up to fail in the worst way
You know it
Don't you know it? Don't you run

Our time [?] intuition
I can't get it to work for me or the things I need