Clear My Throat

I'm counting on my left hand

How many moons to come

Before these days start getting longer



I'm counting on my right hand

How many summers left

Before the sun goes down without me



And I clear my throat

I shake my head

Before I'll go down

For coffee



And I clear my throat

I shake my head

Before I'll go back

To sleep



I'm checking my phone bills

For a way to see the future

Maybe there's some luck in all these numbers



I'm looking for a direction

In the roadmap of my face

For signs at each crossing of those lines



And I clear my throat

I shake my head

Before I'll go down

For coffee



And I clear my throat

I shake my head

Before I'll go back

To sleep



The clock is ticking

The blood is boiling

The head is spinning

And my hands are wet



The clock is ticking

My mind is boiling

The room is spinning

My hands are sweat



Come on, scare me

I seem to like it



And I clear my throat

I shake my head

Before I'll go back

To sleep