My eyes are propped with matchsticks
I haven't slept for weeks...

A wise person once said
(And it made sense to me...

I really am so sorry
How perfect it would be...

I'm all out of be-botheredness
My 'get up and go' it just went...

The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...

My mind knows what it wants to say
But my mouth won't make the sound...

There must have been a time
When I was pure and life was well...

Spin for me a tale
Take me far from here...

There's nothing my mind will forgive
As I struggle through this night...

I know where you are tonight
And I'm happy you're moving on...

Take your number and wait your turn
Have something to do, there's time to burn...

Take a chance
And roll the dice...