Ticking Clocks

A Dmaj7 A Dmaj7 A I spilt some coffee and let the stains set Dmaj7 Was too unbothered to clean up the mess F#m E Dmaj7 Same as the blood left on my hands F#m E Dmaj7 Jesus Christ, I should find a therapist A Somebody to talk to A You'd think without shame Dmaj7 But she'll sit and take notes Dmaj7 About the way that I gaze F#m E Dmaj7 At the walls and ceilings alike F#m E Dmaj7 I can't even get past the analysis E7 Dmaj7 Oh time keeps letting me down E7 Dmaj7 When will my clock stop ticking so loud A Dmaj7 A Dmaj7 A I'll watch true crime 'til I freak myself out Dmaj7 Dried eyes in the dark Dmaj7 Paralysed on the couch F#m E Dmaj7 What a fucked up world to be in F#m E Dmaj7 Not surprised if I'm murdered by some narcissist A 'Just For Today' would play as I would cry Dmaj7 The reaper's on my back Dmaj7 Feel him breathe down my spine F#m E Dmaj7 And I wonder if he'll take me soon F#m E Dmaj7 Maybe I should wake up and live a bit E7 Dmaj7 Oh time keeps letting me down E7 Dmaj7 C#m When will my clock stop ticking so loud Dm E7 And I, I'd hate to k**l the mood F#m7 But the lining's rusting G#m7 F#m7 E7 And I don't know what to do Dm Their eyes, they're staring at me E7 Through my walls F#m7 And they're begging for me to get the guts G#dim F#m7 C#m7 And make the call Out-Chorus E7 Dmaj7 Oh time keeps letting me down E7 Dmaj7 When will my clock stop ticking so loud