G'Night
We’re not talking, me and sleep
I can never get through
like I’m hung up on the line
out to dry, praying for death
in the wee small hours.
I have always been faithful to sleep.
Night after night I returned
rolling in slumber, dreaming
of the classics, good-lookin’
and romance!
Is it because I stay up too late?
Keep myself awake to tend
menial things, my love
I don’t wish to take the pills
that make you stronger than I
may one day never return
from your state.
You sweet sleep are forever
bliss.
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