Euthanasia

I must be too late

I'm pacing, I look up at the doors in front of my face

It must be today

Read the clock with the sticky notes you made

I'm unattended here as a superglued tapedecker beats your name

I'm running out of time,

We're running out of time

I feel like I climbed up to heaven

and I'm locked outside

I feel like I climbed up to heaven

and I'm locked outside.

I ran all night and day

only to find that I was running in place

I can't sleep at night when

I evaluate conceptions of becoming away

I tremble in fear scraping the sky with my fingernails

Analyzing the freeway

'Cause the light at the very end of the tunnel is just another train

and I remodel the word anxiety

and I made it a phrase.

I peel my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away.

I feel like I climbed up to heaven,

and I'm locked outside

I feel like I climbed up to heaven,

and I'm locked outside