I keep clicking the buttons          
Like they'll save me          
I look for a new answer          
Like it'll jump out to me          

I know better than this
But I can't sleep anyway
I find it strangely comforting
But I don't sleep any sooner
I should just read books
But I'm too lazy to read

I should find a woman        
My bed is too warm already        
I could distract myself        
My bed is so boring        

I know the secret now
I just hate that it *****
I have to be better
I just don't want to
Happiness is always the answer
But I feel like it's a *question