Yesterday remains dogged in my veins
I’m sleepless in the brightest room in town
I’m still hyperactive, easily distracted
The hands are stuck, the sand is slowing down
Can't tell how hard I hit the glass
Can't tell how long has passed
Can't see the marks
I can’t think my thoughts
Until I hear them
I don’t have the patience, I’ve got no concentration
I struggle to control my wandering mind
Every thought erratic lost amid the static
Amnesia paves the way and trails behind
Can't tell how hard I hit the glass
Can't tell how long has passed
Can't see the marks
I can’t think my thoughts
Until I hear them