4 o'clock

If I could scream,
I would until the air is filled with silence
Every afternoon I crawl into bed,
then get back up with false hope again

These letters to nowhere,
never finding a place
where they feel wanted
gusts of wind and dust in space

Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?

What's the point to all this?
There isn't one.
If there is, then
I certainly don't know.

Now the silence bleeds in my ear
I'm still in my bed
Because what I fear
is what lies ahead

It is time I thankyou,
because now I know
Eternal gloom,
with a tiny glow

Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?
Who do I think I am?

I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I