"Time Blows" lyrics - BO BURNHAM

"Time Blows"

Life is an open book.
Time is an oscillating fan.

I've had to learn to skim-read because
Before I can read more than a few paragraphs,
That fucking airhead comes circling back,
Blowing pages like a medieval prostitute.

The cool air feels nice, though.
Sometimes, when my head aches,
I let my eyes relax
And I enjoy the breeze as the words blur.


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