What is sleep? It's 1979 again And I'm in Atari's Astroids Caught in the laser beam And no matter how Many electric sheep I count There's no going back To Pillowland Midnight City is open So are the caffeinated veins Running thru My nocturnal console Night shifts have me Splintered in my head Let's see how I score On the Athens scale
there is a lot of guilt associated with writing love poems for a man who doesn't want your love... but you don't know how to stop... because your heart beats in iambic pentameter