no doubt

Real quick, a fistfull of love.
Whatever you want to call it.
Everyone's piled up stacks of shit.
You want want to bite into something.
You're not too sure just what it is.
We like alot of things.
Many we'd never admit.
So veering off into a dupes right field...
will you catch the ball or MISS!?
Minutes tick as travellers approach the clock...
it's now if you hurry up.
Tic-toc. Serving the wrist-worn clock.
Tic-toc, hurry up, and wait.
I don't want to admit that I'm full of it.
Who does?
I have no confession to bring the worst out...
except that I have lied, cheated and stolen.
Will we again?