Seven Mary Three

I rolled a number last night and I walked in my sleep.
I could feel all the nerves in the tips of my teeth.
As they crumbled into dust and washed into the sea.
Finally shut my mouth so I could hear myself think.

It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
And times like these are getting to me.