When the clock hits 3
And stays that way
And I'm trying to hold on
To the pills that are wearing off
And I'm scared to open the door
I see you in the space between the ceiling and the dresser drawer
When the birds start to fly
In the corners of my bloodshot eyes
And the bunnies hop around
In patterns on the ground
I see you in the glare
Of the tv playing there
And I'm thinking about 2003, 4, 5
Three two one
Time to say goodnight