I must be too latenI'm pacing, I look up at the doors in front of my face nIt must be today nRead the clock with the sticky notes you madenI’m unattended here as a superglued tapedecker beats your namennI’m running out of time, nWe're running out of timennI feel like I climbed up to heavennand I’m locked outsidenI feel like I climbed up to heavennand I’m locked outside. nnI ran all night and day nonly to find that I was running in place nI can’t sleep at night when nI evaluate conceptions of becoming awaynI tremble in fear scraping the sky with my fingernailsnAnalyzing the freeway nn'Cause the light at the very end of the tunnel is just another train nand I remodel the word “anxiety” nand I made it a phrase.nI peel my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away. nnI feel like I climbed up to heaven, nand I’m locked outsidenI feel like I climbed up to heaven, nand I’m locked outside