Clear My Throat

I'm counting on my left hand
How many moons to come
Before these days start getting longer

I'm counting on my right hand
How many summers left
Before the sun goes down without me

And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go down
For coffee

And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep

I'm checking my phone bills
For a way to see the future
Maybe there's some luck in all these numbers

I'm looking for a direction
In the roadmap of my face
For signs at each crossing of those lines

And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go down
For coffee

And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep

The clock is ticking
The blood is boiling
The head is spinning
And my hands are wet

The clock is ticking
My mind is boiling
The room is spinning
My hands are sweat

Come on, scare me
I seem to like it

And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep