Restless and running, you're desperate, she's dead
Yearning and burning straight out of your head...

I warned myself to stay away
To keep true to the light...

When peace of mind comes last to life
I'll call on cloudy nights...

Compose the words that tear the heart
That rip the soul and body apart...

Seconds, sweet, are hours
When confronted with the thought...

I've bled this blood, I'm afraid to bleed.
Yet somehow arms rain red...

As rope, I am trying
Lying to tie...

I'll meet you there at spaces stop
When the world strikes three...

Stutter Kid thinks in a chopped up mess
Blinking when confronted with a social test...

To the nights when I read more than I talk,
Think more than I should...

Infect it, my darling
The dreamer won't care...

{She's} really quite fine on her own
It's {just} kind of a big mess...