I pull my bitten sleeves down over my shaky palms
and then I cover my ears.
You'd think after so many years,
I'd run out of tears.
But like magic I can pull them from the atmosphere.

But don't stay up at night.
I've tried to hide the way I feel
with an artificial zeal,
so you won't stay up at night.

Just please, I get so angry.
You're helping doesn't help at all.
Counting in my head as I focus on the wall,
all I really want to do is scream
and watch the shattered glass fall.

But don't stay up at night.
I've tried to hide the way I feel
with an artifical zeal,
so you won't stay up at night.

Sometimes, it's just too much.
I'm sorry if I seem a little harsh,
but I'm too full to fit anymore
clandestine thoughts in my aching head.

These recycled feelings consume so much space
and I know you can see it in my face.

You always stay up at night.