Condition 11:11

I had no idea what I was after

I'm just preparing for disaster

With everything feeling so far away

Familiar faces, familiar lips

Is there any point to this hanging around

I was upset when that glass broke doing the dishes

At 11:11 every night I make wishes

Habit and superstition feed my foolish fires

They've been burning for a couple of months

I stay out all day

To keep these thoughts away

Why don't you give my feet a break

And come back

I remember in the kitchen when you told me your grandma died

That's when I realize it gets worse

I want to wish things last forever

Won't you thicken my soft skin

Comfort me so and I remember, remember

When I walk through that door

I won't hear the happy sounds anymore

This year took so much away

And won't give it back