Condition 11:11

I had no idea what I was after
I'm just preparing for disaster
With everything feeling so far away
Familiar faces, familiar lips
Is there any point to this hanging around

I was upset when that glass broke doing the dishes
At 11:11 every night I make wishes
Habit and superstition feed my foolish fires
They've been burning for a couple of months

I stay out all day
To keep these thoughts away
Why don't you give my feet a break
And come back

I remember in the kitchen when you told me your grandma died
That's when I realize it gets worse

I want to wish things last forever
Won't you thicken my soft skin
Comfort me so and I remember, remember

When I walk through that door
I won't hear the happy sounds anymore
This year took so much away
And won't give it back