It's ill-advised, my starry eyes
My hope and light, my dreamer's plight
It's best to sanitize 'cause there's a chance it might
All go awry
And disappointment's messy like confetti, falling down from the ceiling
Even when you're finished cleaning, it's still hiding in the rafters
Waiting for a quiet evening to leave you grieving for a life
That you never even got around to meeting, ah-ah
When the clock strikes midnight
Ooh, what will be left of my life?
When the clock strikes midnight
Ooh, what will be left of my life, life?
What will be left of my life, life?
When the clock strikes, strikes, strikes
Midnight, midnight, midnight
Will my carriage ride end tonight?
Will my charmed life turn back into mice?
Will everything that I've ever prized
Be stolen like a package left outside?
Anxiety is messy like confetti, falling down from the ceiling
Even when you're finished cleaning, it's still hiding in the rafters
Waiting for a perfect evening to leave you screaming for a life
That you never ever wanted to be leaving, ah-ah
When the clock strikes midnight
Ooh, what will be left of my life?
When the clock strikes midnight
Ooh, what will be left of my life, life?
What will be left of my life, life?
When the clock strikes, strikes, strikes
Midnight, midnight
Insecurity is like waiting for the other glass slipper to drop
Leave you cutting up your fingers, trying to clean up
The shattered pieces drowning in your tears and your blood
'Cause you knew that you were never enough
Ooh, what will be left of my life?
When the clock strikes (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Midnight, midnight, midnight
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