Hours from HYPER TROPHY by Teen Girl Scientist Monthly

Hours. Moving on.
When you wait. When you don’t.
Ours, if we want.
Do they go? Are they home?

It’s these days bleeding on.
They will be the same days when we’ve gone,
But will I see ‘em again?

It’s days til it’s done.
Will I be the same way when they’ve gone?
I wanna see ‘em again!

Hours, ever on
Who they hold – are they ours?
And it’s time, holds us sure.
In it’s wake; in it’s calm, calm…

Don’t say, you know! Can’t say where my bones are gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Can’t say where my bones are gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Don’t say where my hours are gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Can’t say where my bones are gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Can’t say.

It’s these days bleeding on.
They will be the same days when we’ve gone
But will I see ‘em again?

It’s days til it’s done.
Will we be the same way when they’ve gone?
I need to see you again!

Don’t say, you know! Can’t say where my bones are gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Can’t say just where I’m gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Can’t say where my bones are gonna go!
Don’t say, you know! Don’t say where my hours are gonna go!

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