Mad As a Hatter

Larkin Poe

I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry

Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter

It's hard to draw a clear distinction
When you are who you are
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
Though I keep playing
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best of what you are given

Off with the head, off with the head
Paint the roses, paint the roses

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