Hot and Cold climate changes
Our time is a changing idea
I am running out of sand
Turn over once, turn over twice
I am poor from paying the price.
Circular hands, time is an endless game
And I am tired of watching the moves you make
Clockwork charm, runs out at midnight
I do not fit into the glass slipper.
Life buoy, anchor
Summer sun, winter freeze
A storm in my storm, ringing in my ears
Feeding me poison, passing me the antidote.
I’m drowning in my own lovesick depths
At least when the loneliness was suffocating
I could still breathe.
I am a werewolf changing under your moon.