Rock crumbles beneath my feet, I'm wide awake

My pencil crumbles to ash in my fingers

I leave dusty prints in the white bowl of the sink

Steam passes through my eyelids when they shut

I can't cool my eyes at this rate, I'll never catch up

Once-fading dark circles under my eyes are lined with ash

Condensation from the steam and the dark flakes mix

My face is burning and growing hotter from the chemical reaction

There's a familiar indentation in my floorboards, in my tiles

It's too hot in here, I need to go, I need to run

It's too hot outside, I need to go, I need to run

The shade of budding leaves melts into molten lava

Asphalt turns sticky on the soles of my tennis shoes

I shouldn't be here, I need to go, I need to run

Comforting winter breezes blow through the neighbourhood

Molten lava chips into dust, as if it was never there

My shoes are glued to the cooling asphalt

I need to go, I need to run, everybody else is taking in a beautiful day

Rock solidifies my feet into the ground, I shouldn't be here

I need to go, I need to run, I need to catch up

My laces turn to ash in my fingers

Leaving no trace as it blends with the dirt beneath everyone's feet

I need to go, I need to run, I need to catch up

I need to go, I need to run, I'll never catch up