Kind of game

The time that flies for you, for me, forever
Every day surrounded by more days on end
This is the kind of game that lives forever
Calendar, leave out all that you can!
The kind of thing I'd lost at when
I'd have it all to do again
The kind of game that's never fun
Looking at what I've become
Look me right in the eye
And say that I'm the kind you just can't argue with
(A fact far less than obvious)
The kind of game that's never fun
Looking at what I've become
Look me right in the eye
When I make coffee in the morning
I take some, just a little bit
Out of it's cup and put it in the clock by my bed