Like literally, none,
Like if your deadline was the death of you,
You would now be no one.
Like even if you knew that you had time,
To live when you've finished,
Even if you thought you had fifty years,
Your whole mind's focused on what you've been dished,
Like time itself is compressing your spine,
Like it is something real,
Like moments of it's only what matters,
No longer how it feels.
There was a time,
When all it ever did,
Was feel like something after it had passed,
'Cause that was the only time that mattered.