if I don't blow off some steam
I won't be able to sleep
with a billion degrees piling up inside my veins

my dear world, there are things about you
I just don't know, so I close my eyes

if I got everything I want (I want so little nowadays)
it'd be three days for sleeping, two for running, and seventy seven for lying next to you
and eighty-nine for watching the sun come in through the window in the living room