I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if I was set to a time.

I am an alarm clock.

I bang my hammer on my bells when the word is too much.

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if I was set to a time.

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if you could see my face.

I am an alarm clock. 

I have frosted over glass and my numbers are hard to see.

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if you could see my face.

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if my hands moved clockwise.

I am an alarm clock.

I move steadily backwards but still tik onwards 

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if my hands moved clockwise.

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if I was alone.

I am an alarm clock.

I am happy and free and here and there and I am not empty.

I am an alarm clock.

Or maybe I would be if I was alone.

But I am not set to a time and you can’t see my face and my hands don’t move clockwise and I am not alone.

I am not an alarm clock.

You are not an alarm clock.