The hands on the clock move right again
And the TV won't stop talking
I'm driving my car of clouds
to a place you don't need it taking.
The clouds block out the sun again
And the message stays the same
In a pool of ships too big for this
I love you now, I loved you then.
The time doubles back like a circle
Flicking through photos in videos
In reverse, backwards chronologically.
Warm words, blown up in red balloons.
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