The time that flies for you, for me, forever   Everyday surrounded by more days on end.   This is the kind of game that lives forever   Calendar, leave out all that you can!      The kind of thing I'd lose at when I'd have it all to do again.   The kind of game that's never fun   Looking at what I've become   Look me right in the eye    And say that I'm the kind you just can't argue with    (a fact far less than obvious).   The kind of game that's never fun   Looking at what I've become    Look me right in the eye.      When I make coffee in the morning, I'll take some, just a little bit, out of it's cup and put it in the clock on my bed.