Nine Minutes

Nine minutes from now
 You'll be sitting here saying, "I should be getting down"
 And getting nothing done
 You'll still believe that the answer will come
 Looking for you, specifically,
 Like some census-taker with a mission and a decree
 "That's not jazz," you say and turn the tune up and tap the time away
 Oh, St. John, can you help me?
 I'm so lost and I can't see
 Thought it was over, but it's just getting worse
 Is there an end to this curse?
 I'd have thought it a phase
 If I had been able to get up on the 9th day and walk outside
 Is it better to view the simple things that people do
 Or close my eyes and try to hide?
 I have watched the sun set and divide the sky
 Into what I can and cannot have
 Tell me why I should not cry
 Oh, St. John, can you heal me?
 I'm so afraid
 Do you feel me?
 I try to behave like I'm all that I need
 Please give me something to breathe
 (Can you help me?)
 I need a little something
 (Can you heal me?)
 Don't wanna go outside
 (Can you save me?)
 Oh, St. John, who could save me?
 Am I in need, or just lazy?
 I like to believe there's a reason to exist