wool over eyes

well i'm running out of new words to say, and the sky has been the grayest blue for days, and the slowly growing sympathy waits for me on every face, i'm trying to figure out what clearer is, and i look for clues in awkward silences, i don't know what happened but i've been this way ever since, and the truth that keeps me up at night is somehow hard to recognize, and the wool is keeping both my eyes closed, and everybody knows, there are elephants in every room i see, they're softly hung beneath the words we speak, we've sugarcoated everything and now it's rotting out my teeth, and the truth that keeps me up at night, is the hardest thing to recognize, and the wool is telling my eyes what to see, and everybody knows but me, to live you have to know what to ignore, decisions set the good and bad at war, your life is what you've chosen, but living is the back and forth, and the truth that keeps me up at night, is the hardest thing to recognize, and the wool is pulling my eyes closed, closed, and time's not what she used to be, she's turned into an enemy, and all that was in front of me is behind, god knows how i tried.