Tonight, I can tell there’s no sleep to be had- Insomniac till the twilight…and then some more- Fuck, give me a pill- Fighting to sleep is the complete ass backwards to doing it- Head so full of traffic, I’m cherry picking every last one lingering thought- Turning that switch off is obviously not happening- I’ve got my head in last week- My body in the next- Or is it the other way around- Shit, fucking, fuck, fuck- The alto sax is meandering in my head- At the highest note- With screaming lyrics from an unknown voice- Give me one chance- One more chance to lay dormant in my bed- Nailed shut in a coffin… R.E.M I’ll never know- And I’ll never appreciate their fucking dumbass music-Birth sign: Libra
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