I stare down the wall as my clock turns to 3
You're on the table reminding me to see
That these cracks of wood climb the ceiling
Are not there to represent how I'm feeling
He's not a form of sustainable healing
It's 3:42, it's 3:42, an irregular count, a worthless queue
And the time is ticking, blood is thickening, and I'm falling through
Your eyes, they sting me every time
I can't sleep with your eyes
Ringing in my head, I see you instead
I freeze at me kneeling, trying escape my Self you're stealing
It's 3:58, it's 3:58, your touch hurt, your filth ate
And to, to construct, to erupt, in
Your eyes, they sting me every time
I can't sleep with your eyes
Floating in my head, I see you instead
Your eyes, they sting me every time
I can't sleep with your eyes
Floating in my head I see you instead
Your eyes, they sting me every time
I can't sleep with your eyes
Floating in my head, I see you instead
Your eyes, they sting me every time
I can't sleep with your eyes