Breathing in through cracks in my teeth,nWhile half closed eyes glimpse in betweennOne more hour...nTurning back the night's affairsnPulled in closenThe taste, so bitter sweetnnBlack out my eyesnThe daylight keeps creeping innClose those blindsnThis comfort is killing menFumble with excusesnAnd actions that won't excusenDry eyes tear gentlyn(Daylight keeps creeping in, comfort is killing me)nnTrain of thought slipping off the tracksnAll passengers killed on impactnOne more hour...nSpent alone scowlingnReflection, picked apartnThe face loses its effectnnNow his spirits brokennGather loose pieces upnStitch broken fingersnReal mending takes timenNever have enough timenHolding needle and thread takes much steadier handsnand the steadiest hands still tear tightly sewn hemsnnHealing up black eyes as daylight just slips awaynClosed blinds, now open, the sky is blacknQuick to slip, but caught, not fallingnExcuses, we'll never learnnDry eyes tear gently but those tears are dry nown(Daylight keeps creeping in, comfort is killing me)