clocks

i hate to break your heart,
but i am not coming to bohemia,
not with you, not with anyone,

i'm staying here.
where the toilet sounds like an airplane,
and wakes me up at 3:20 in the morning,
i'm staying here.
where the food plays with my intestines,
and makes me want to die,

i hate to break your heart,
but there is no bohemia,
not here, not anywhere,

i'm going nowhere,
But i'm going nowhere awfully slowly,
and i can see the clock,

its fast moving.