I remember waking.  A terrible thought occurred.  Knowing I'd done something wrong. A joke gone too far.  My good light refracted.  We were to laugh and hug and eat cookies.  What could be better?  Fractions of lyrics bring me back:
"you don't know what you've done to me,
you can stare;  but I can't go on..."
I still remember you with great clarity.  A longing that brings physical pain.
"May come to me from shadows of the past
that I'll remember till the day I die"
Telling you how I felt wasn't enough, it seems.
"black is white, up is down and short is long"
I didn't want you as mine.  You are not an object to obtain.  You made the loneliness, well maintained at this point, take a well deserved walk.  The first good feeling I'd had in a lifetime.  Gone now.  Leaving a gift, unopened.  Leaving me with the rhythmic ticking.  Forever.