Sweet and sour

The sweet anticipation
That makes us tingle
Can turn into sour exaggeration
Making us stand out as lone, one, single

The ticking of time that makes you mad
Which starts to slowly torture your brain
On the side there's a flimsy rag
There's so many similarities between the two of use, it's insane

Tock tick tock tick
Shouldn't it be tick tock tick tock
You take in the slightest change from where you sit
As the stability of your mind starts to rock