Sometimes I go whole days listening, bored, half sleep
I won't say anything that's worth a thing to me
One day, suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly

What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can [bad word] An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day

Be aware, my darling these things I say I mean
Are just traces of something I long to feel again
I see our time expand in the air almost forcibly
Spreading thinner till it [bad word] 
What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can [bad word] An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day