I wrote this song for a class assignment where we were suppose to chose two or three objects in the room and write a story or poem or something about them. I chose the clock on the wall and my phone sitting on the table. The clock seemed fitting because, one, I hated it, what with timed essays and the like, and it seemed to represent how consciously aware of time pressing against us we, too often, are in life, with it just ticking away on the wall or on the desk. As well as how little we have in the end. (I wrote this just after my older half-brother had passed away). I chose the phone because it represented the unanswered call, the missed opportunity, the lost moment. In the end we hope it didn't matter.