So sleepy when Iím supposed to be awake,
And so alert when I should be asleep.
This seems to be a cycle I cannot break,
Now I feel that my life is on repeat.
I lie here in bed, covers pulled up to my chin
With my eyes shut tight, counting tiny sheep.
It feels like Iím fighting a battle I cannot win.
Boy I wish I could get some sleep.
Those pills I took donít seem to be workiní
I wonder how long until I have to start my day.
I can feel the red digits behind me lurkiní
Stupid clock wonít leave me be.
I would never get any shut-eye
If I turned over and peeked at the time.
Cause Iíd know every minute that would go by
And count down the moments until I must rise.
Those scarlet numbers are burning a hole in my neck
And wanting to look is making me antsy.
But if I open my eyes Iíll be a nervous wreck,
And for Peteís sake, do I really need that?
Damn those ruby numerals to hell,
The blasted things have gotten the best of me.
I know itís 1:06 and when the minutes pass I can tell,
Well, I still have five hours to get some rest.
Itís 2:31 now, those numbers can be really tricky.
With three and a half hours of sleep Iíll be fine.
But if I donít get any tomorrow will be icky,
When that alarm clock goes off, Iíll be outta time.
The clock just reached 3:50 and still I am not sleeping
God those sheep are flippiní freaky.
Over that ugly fence they keep on leaping.
Is catching a few Zs too much to ask?
Well the sunís starting to come up anyway,
So falling asleep now would be pointless.
Iíll just get up early and start off my day,
No sleep at all is better than 42 minutes.
But Iím so comfortable right here in my bed,
Laying here for awhile wonít do any harm.
Iíll just close my eyes now and rest my head.
I wonder how those sheep jump for so longÖ