My 3am kick has lasted an hour
I'm still wide awake so maybe a shower
This time seems so quiet I wonder to scare
Is boggy or spider hiding somewhere
My eyes come all foggy I'm straining to see
The coffee is awful this hunger to beat
I've looked at my facebook and emails all read
I should be so tired and in my sweet bed
The hell with this sleep as long goes the dead
That's what I keep saying but still want me rest
I'll buy me some matches and prop up me styes
I may look quite funny but look at me eyes
Oh sod all this writing its sending me nuts
My mind is still racing no foot on me clutch
No doubt as I pack up and wake for the day
My sleep will be knocking but up I must stay
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
My 3am kick has lasted an hour
I'm still wide awake so maybe a shower
This time seems so quiet I wonder to scare
Is boggy or spider hiding somewhere
My eyes come all foggy I'm straining to see
The coffee is awful this hunger to beat
I've looked at my facebook and emails all read
I should be so tired and in my sweet bed
The hell with this sleep as long goes the dead
That's what I keep saying but still want me rest
I'll buy me some matches and prop up me styes
I may look quite funny but look at me eyes
Oh sod all this writing its sending me nuts
My mind is still racing no foot on me clutch
No doubt as I pack up and wake for the day
My sleep will be knocking but up I must stay
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