I must be too late I loosen up and look at the doors in front of my face It must be today Read the clock with the sticky notes you made. I’m unattended here as a super glued tape decker beats your name
I’m running out of time Were running out of time I feel like I’m climbing to heaven And I’m locked outside I feel like I climbing to heaven And I’m locked outside
I ran all night and day Only to find that I was running in place I can’t sleep at night when I evaluate conceptions of becoming away I tremble in fear scraping the sky with my finger nails
Ana-lyzing the freeway Because the light at the end of the tunnel is just another train And now we model the word “anxiety” And I made it a phrase I pulled my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away
I feel like I climbing to heaven And I’m locked outside I feel like I climbing to heaven And I’m locked outside