Been sitting so long thought I forgot how to walk
In the midst of all the stillness there’s a new kind of knock
Knock-knock in my head, not-not in the bed
Pull the covers sleeping underneath a blanket of dread

Night time right time
Every living thing every feather finger fin
Minutes in between
Push us further from the sea

Elementary high university, why
After school it’s up to you
To fabricate all the lies

Close the window blinds
Stick to only your kind
Strength in numbers means you’re just another number in line

Unfed, undead, talking in our sleep
Resolutions we can’t keep
Unsaid, unread, slipping in the deep
Never sowing what we reap

Just say goodbye to the phases
The sweet life