Some nights I'm too tired to think
And I sleep too hard to dream
Those nights are good nights for me
I can rest peacefully

Some nights I'm not tired enough
And the thoughts are loud in my head
Chastising me for the things I didn't do
For the words I left unsaid

Some nights I lie wide awake
Treading in my own regret
Sleep tiptoes around me
Not ready to consume me yet

Some nights I torture myself
Asking why why why
I could've been yours, you could've been mine
Had I not been so asinine

Some nights are for wonder
On why I am the way I am
So over emotional all the time
Unable to make anyone understand

Most nights are like these, for prayer
That maybe this sleep will be the long one
Maybe this will be the slumber that puts me at ease and
I can rest peacefully