I’ll never know why 2 AM is such
A bad time for sleeping. Guess no one likes
Crawling under their covers all alone.
Still, you think at some point I would have learned
That nine comes all too soon, demanding I
Crawl out into the world, because I must.
With or without you snuggled by my side,
I can’t face this life without some shut eye.
And yet the black behind my lids is cold.
When the sun comes in, I’ll beg to sleep in.
The clock says 2:29, I know, but
I’ll take a tired day over lonely nights.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC
I’ll never know why 2 AM is such
A bad time for sleeping. Guess no one likes
Crawling under their covers all alone.
Still, you think at some point I would have learned
That nine comes all too soon, demanding I
Crawl out into the world, because I must.
With or without you snuggled by my side,
I can’t face this life without some shut eye.
And yet the black behind my lids is cold.
When the sun comes in, I’ll beg to sleep in.
The clock says 2:29, I know, but
I’ll take a tired day over lonely nights.
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