A piece of bone kept,
a jar of tears wept
a piece of clothing, a bit of skin
anything to remember my sin.

The Sandman was scared away,
by the demon not tucked away,
I cannot dream, I cannot live,
something has got to give.

I fight the monster with Ambien,
and Lunesta has become a friend,
but he creeps back from banishment,
and tortures me with his whip.