On nights like this,
My bed is uncomfortable
The softly playing radio is just too loud
My blanket makes me too warm,
But I don't like sleeping without
My t-shirt feels too tight,
Though it's two sizes too big
And my skin is overly sensitive,
Making me hyperaware of every wristband on my wrist

On nights like this,
My pillow is just too lumpy
And every light is too **** bright
I wish I had someone to talk to,
But I hold my pillow as I cry
I stay up well into the next morning
And, in my head, I make lists
Like Reasons I'm so Lonely and How The Hell Did I Get Like This?