Hangnail

Straining my eyes against endless screens
Being alive is a strange thing
Waving like static above your head while you sleep
I could tell you were dreaming such dark things

Salt stains on your discount self-help book
It doesn't get better
Your days are still strung together
By bits of bad weather
And I know I can't subtract from your map
I tried and I failed
Those thoughts stick around like a hangnail
In the back of your head

Taming my mind
I guess I'll spend the night
Wandering the house with my flashlight
Standing outside in the rain with a knife in your hand
Those words got stuck in your head again