Eleven 0 somethingnBut I can't see the last number on clocknThe foreshadowing cup of water blocksnThe flame in the ceiling matches the one insidennInside your chestnShe burnsnAnd keeps me warmnWhen I'm already hotnnWell I can't get to sleepnWithout you breathing down my necknYou're always breathing down my necknnGoodnightnWith dripping eyes, I'll say my goodbyesnThe privileged sleep alone tonightnAnd I'll go back to sheets of icenI'll look down and kiss your neck