All those sleepless nights
I would lay awake
Hoping you would knock
As my hands did shake
I tried to let music move me
As day would break
As the clock would move
And it hit quarter past eight
There was no end in the waters
Not even at the lake
As I would cry
And those sweet buns would bake
Life seemed so slow
Almost a mistake
As I realized you were my little fruitcake
But now as I lay here
The final moves I make
I breathe in
As all those many pills
I take