Hey sleep, why have you become weak of late
You used to knock me out for like eight hours
Why do I have to beg you now to take me out
And even after you do, a few hours later,
you let your hands off me
Sometimes, waking up late can be sweet
Even though it leads to a rushy morning
But I'll prefer that to a lack of sleep
Sleep! Sleep!! You have to get stronger
Or maybe I'm the one who needs to cast
my worries away and allow sleep have its way
I don't know, maybe I do, maybe I don't.