Eyes wide open in the middle of the night
Just about blinded by the alarm clock light
Can't help but keep staring, can't look away
My mind's replaying the events of the day
I can't tell my mother I love her anymore
Staring at the clock, twelve twenty four
I toss and turn, can't seem to lie still
Can't help but think of the tears and the guilt
I hear my wife breathing and I try not to move
'Cause the last thing she needs is to be up, too
I can truly say I don't recommend
Staring at the clock at one a.m.
I can feel the dog jumping on the bed
While a thousand separate thoughts are racing in my head
My mind drifts back to the same sad scene
From hurting to gone with no inbetween
Can't help but feel guilty for being alive
Staring at the clock two thirty five