Nose Grows Some

i don't know when this night will end if i open the door to the back of my sunken mind then in will come a flood when it all becomes too much i sweat the crises and the times you are afraid in a room full of clocks if i'm blowing myself away get through the bad times two birds on a wall your nose just g r o w s i need just another drop it is metal and it is cold i wait upon the rocks i'm waiting on the tide through the bad times if i'm blowing myself away under hot fluorescent lights two birds on a wall your nose just grows and g r o w s one day i'll grow up tall and all will be reveal...