As of now it’s 1:38
And I just can’t keep my head on straight
Cause every night I stay up late
But here’s the thing- I really hate
To stay up late.

But rhyme isn’t my thing-
So I just lie down and try to sleep
Just like many nights before
It never comes
And I’m going slightly mad.

Four days without rest
Just four, no more
This ends now, today
Or maybe tonight
I just can’t think.

Damn sheep aren’t helping
Music doesn’t work
Silence has never let me sleep
Why the hell am I still awake
I suppose that’s a question for another day.