I must be too late,   I loosen up and look at the doors in front of my face   It must be today    Read the clock with the sticky notes you made.   I’m unattended here as a super glued tape decker beats your name.      I’m running out of time,   Were running out of time.   I feel like I’m climbing to heaven,   and I’m locked outside.   I feel like I climbing to heaven,    and I’m locked outside.      I ran all night and day    only to find that I was running in place.   I can’t sleep at night when    I evaluate conceptions of becoming away.   I tremble in fear scraping the sky with my finger nails.      Ana-lyzing the freeway    because the light at the end of the tunnel is just another train    and now we model the word “anxiety”   and I made it a phrase.    I pulled my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away.      I feel like I climbing to heaven,    and I’m locked outside.   I feel like I climbing to heaven,    and I’m locked outside.