scratching on my closet door

scratching on my closet door
im not so sure ill sleep some more
my eyes are growing heavy still
because i chose to pop a pill

its grim how long we let it go
before we confessed how we felt
it feels like hell popsicle melt
an itch i couldn't dare to scratch
five thousand eyes upon my back
waiting for a single move
but nothing quite as move as you