It's 3:33 and my friends are asleep So I lay on the floor And I count while I breathe And maybe I'll die but I'll be at peace 'Cause at least for tonight I don't have to be me And I got much older than I planned to be It's not pretty to say, it's not pretty to think And it comes up my throat, every secret I keep I could talk to the mirror or go back to sleep I'm in a staring contest with the drain of my sink And I wish I were empty, I wish I were clean And I miss being seven, and not seventeen 'Cause the world looked so good from our fort in the tree And I miss being younger, I miss being free When the room wasn't spinning And eyes weren't on me Back before my reflection got hollow and mean When we were evergreen It's 3:33 and my eyes have gone green Haven't felt like myself since Friday the 13th Burning my baby blankets to use for their heat How I'd beg for them back, piles of ash in the creek I'm the girl who grew up and got lost in the store Sold my soul for the grades, for the status, the score When your life's lined with gold that you bought with a loan You can build your McMansion and never go home I'm in a staring contest with the drain of my sink And I wish I were empty, I wish I were clean And I miss being seven, and not seventeen 'Cause the world looked so good from our fort in the tree And I miss being younger, I miss being free When the room wasn't spinning And eyes weren't on me Back before my reflection got hollow and mean When we were evergreen Everything just repeats Clock reads 3:33 AM Now I get sick on the swings Scraped my knee and lost my balance And I've never been taller, but the sky's never seemed so far away I read the clock, it's 3:33 again Everything just repeats Clock reads 3:33 AM Now I get sick on the swings I'll never touch the clouds again We'd outsmart gravity Now I'm carsick on the floor I just want it out of me I watch the clock as it strikes 3:34