Eyes Like Walls

Is this relevant on a ghost’s Wednesday night?
To ask questions in the dark to wake me up
With eyes like walls
No way to come in to follow your thoughts
It’s hard to break in
And these pills don’t work
Ache sometimes
Which you always hurt
And I feel like I wanna write a book
About my girl with the green eyed look
I’m a cloud in her sky
But I’m no writer
I was down as usual
In my bed like a ritual
Waiting for the Sandman’s call
But I’m not tired
Dusty floor and empty cars
Wish you could stay around
Clean up the bathroom floor
But honey, you want more
I’m in a rush
I’m in a hurry
Can I be on time?
We’re gonna treat you right
We’re gonna hit you in the back, oh
I’m in a rush
I’m in a hurry
Can I be on time?
Quick sand
Quick sand
Quick sand