Every Other Wall

I've began picking favorites of the corners in this room I focus on being ignored while I'm likewise ignoring you I told you the only words that a coffins canvas makes You can take this blank slate to your grave To find meaning is a waste I lie awake Try to give purpose to the street light shining in through the shades I'm wide awake in a state of comforted paralysis and as it fades Ill imagine the missing dreams, that Id regret if theyd have happened Anyways I swear, It's been three days past within the last hour I broke my clock, making corrections, now it stuck on what was ours 5 o clock It's 5 o clock And when I wake up it'll be 5 o'clock I refuse to be defied by that blinking hand that solely plans to haunt The isolated ticking used to bring me a rhythmic sense of peace And as I'm dozing off my very thoughts will all start to fall in sync Til I become one with the very sound I fucking hate This again?? I've began picking favorites of the scabs that I've collected And ive been talking to the sockets in the corner I've rejected It whispers back sweet nothings, phrases made to sound prophetic Alongside thoughts that I deny often times for my protection Look at that, it's 5:00 again