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