It's 3:33 and my friends are asleep
So I lay on the floor
And I count while I breathe
And maybe I'll die but I'll be at peace
'Cause at least for tonight I don't have to be me
And I got much older than I planned to be
It's not pretty to say, it's not pretty to think
And it comes up my throat, every secret I keep
I could talk to the mirror or go back to sleep
I'm in a staring contest with the drain of my sink
And I wish I were empty, I wish I were clean
And I miss being seven, and not seventeen
'Cause the world looked so good from our fort in the tree
And I miss being younger, I miss being free
When the room wasn't spinning
And eyes weren't on me
Back before my reflection got hollow and mean
When we were evergreen
It's 3:33 and my eyes have gone green
Haven't felt like myself since Friday the 13th
Burning my baby blankets to use for their heat
How I'd beg for them back, piles of ash in the creek
I'm the girl who grew up and got lost in the store
Sold my soul for the grades, for the status, the score
When your life's lined with gold that you bought with a loan
You can build your McMansion and never go home
I'm in a staring contest with the drain of my sink
And I wish I were empty, I wish I were clean
And I miss being seven, and not seventeen
'Cause the world looked so good from our fort in the tree
And I miss being younger, I miss being free
When the room wasn't spinning
And eyes weren't on me
Back before my reflection got hollow and mean
When we were evergreen
Everything just repeats
Clock reads 3:33 AM
Now I get sick on the swings
Scraped my knee and lost my balance
And I've never been taller, but the sky's never seemed so far away
I read the clock, it's 3:33 again
Everything just repeats
Clock reads 3:33 AM
Now I get sick on the swings
I'll never touch the clouds again
We'd outsmart gravity
Now I'm carsick on the floor
I just want it out of me
I watch the clock as it strikes 3:34