Midnight strikes, well I forgot. My empty skull rings "surely not". I hear it echo and I feel the morning light, and my brain is in the fog that grew on my floor overnight. I feel like I'm being eaten alive by the memories I've pushed aside. Am I burning out from the inside? Because something's biting on my brain, the thoughts I thought that I could hide. They are my reasons why I lie in bed to pass the time. I saw a picture and we were sitting on a couch in your living room. Me I was looking at the floor. You wore that drowning gaze. I looked away from you. There's a sign on you that I can't read, it's a side of you I've never seen. And the picture always reminds me how you claim you can read peoples thoughts, you've claimed since you were seventeen.