Ours Are Made Of Glass

What time do you have
Are you still asleep
How long does it take you
To quicken the creep

Of all those years you're losing
You change every month
That it's far too confusing
To know you for now

How dark can you be
To miss the remark
I sent you one night
Just before you went

To change again
I don't know when
You'll wake up to find
Your comatose heart