Straining my eyes against endless screens Being alive is a strange thing Waving like static above your head while you sleep I could tell you were dreaming such dark things Salt stains on your discount self-help book It doesn't get better Your days are still strung together By bits of bad weather And I know I can't subtract from your map I tried and I failed Those thoughts stick around like a hangnail In the back of your head Taming my mind I guess I'll spend the night Wandering the house with my flashlight Standing outside in the rain with a knife in your hand Those words got stuck in your head again