See

Pour me another glass of discovery
This candle light is pure
I'm not really ready
I'm red-eyed, I can hear you fine
I'm just red-eyed

My plans are cancelled
I didn't cancel them
I'm trying to think this through
In fact blow out the light
It's too much to see your eyes
Are dead eyes

But I see the pieces of your broken plate
Across the floor and underneath the table
Which is weird because there's no other light on

I saw your striped pants
Drop to the kitchen floor
You'll need a microscope
To see the threats that keep my pounding heart
Connected to your white eyes

That do not see the pieces of your broken plate
Across the floor and underneath the table
Which is weird because there's nothing else
To look at now