insomnia

Yet another night of sitting straight up in bed and never closing my eyes and never resting

my head

It's not that I don't want to sleep

In fact I dread the thought of seeing the sun come up

My eyes are red, and the coffee that's in my cup isn't helping at all

And I'm looking at my phone, expecting a call from my brain

Telling me to take a second to fall asleep

Cause I'm as tired as an elephant's tall, but it's a habit

I never dim the light in the attic, and I'm wired as a cocaine addict

And I'm mad at the fact that my thoughts keep walking like an AT-AT

But that's my luck, like I've been passing a black cat

And that's that