2 +2= 0 [jus another bullshit war]

i'm time's worst enemy
i've been killing and wasting it so long i have no idea when the clock had stopped
from minutes to seconds to hours
the calendar still states y2k
i still long for back in the day
now pretty genuine smiles are only in pictures and paint
good times were never that good
i just see them that way
dishonest memory
maybe i should just let it be

time is my worst enemy
the subtle sound of the second hand so loud
i hold my breath yet
it continues to remind me of my current state of decay
i still long for back in the day
before all the funerals detoxing and seeing but ignoring the error of my ways
i wallow in it
my digital poetic filth
i'm just pushing buttons
why should i even call it something
it all adds up to nothing