it’s a quarter past twelve,
and i can’t sleep tonight.

i have too many things going on in my head,
and thousands of millions of thoughts just
wish washin’ around in there.

oh, if i could silence them all
if i could quiet my mind for just,
just a few hours.

just long enough to …

drift off. drift to sleep.

go to bed.

sing me a lullaby,
lace it with cyanide.

kill the thoughts that keep me from sleep.