I am feeling just a little down Nothing I can wrap reasons around But I can ignore it if I look real hard And make perfect triangles out of every three stars Sometimes I make burns on my arms Cause it moves that feeling from my heart to my arms ANd I'm driving and it keeps me awake I have so many more triangles to make Now that I have planted the seed Maybe those triangles will form without me Surround the world in their crystalline ache And freeze the heroes into glassy mosaics