Sunday 6 January 2013

Counting Sheep


I'm sorry for feeling sorry for myself 
Feeling helpless could be helpful with a little help 
Hopelessly hopeful that my dreams will come true 
It's hard to focus when it's only day dreaming I do 
I'd be thoughtlessly thoughtless if I thought it would work 
But I've been working on my thought process, now my brain hurts 
In bed, wide eyed, awake, 
I pray to God, if he exists, my mind he'll take 

Never any sleep between these sheets 
But I've been counting sheep for weeks 
Inside my head, when I'm in bed 
Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead 
Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving 
Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving 

I'll go insane if I dont get some rest 
Why am I emotional when I'm motionless 
Lately it's been getting later 'til I drift away 
But I know fourty winks later I'll be fast awake 
Getting bored of bordering the state of conciousness 
I'm half asleep the whole time, three quarters at best 
Down I lie to try and get myself some shut-eye 
To no surprise I find my eyelids are avoiding my eyes, I'm tired 

Never any sleep between these sheets 
But I've been counting sheep for weeks 
Inside my head, when I'm in bed 
Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead 
Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving