was i born to sink into this couchnnand watch my whole world nnbleed its purpose out?nnaround the insects nnfollow patterns to their deathsnnwhile i waste my precious breathnnon another second guessnnnni'm afraidnni'm afraid of sleepingnni'm afraidnni'm afraid of sleeping innni feel so dead to the worldnnjust tell me where do i beginnncausenni'm afraidnni'm afraid of breathing innnnnthese nightmares are so weirdnnit's like i'm drowning at the bottom of a bottle of beernnthat my father sips between the humorous quipsnnof the late night comedy news shows he frequentsnnnnand i wake upnnwith the devil in my sheetsnni took to her shouldersnnasking was it good for mennnni'm afraidnni'm afraid of sleepingnni'm afraidnni'm afraid of sleeping innni feel so dead to the worldnnjust tell me where do i beginnncausenni'm afraidnni'm afraid of breathing innnnnif only i were present thennni could be the president!nnif only i were present thennni could be the president!nnyeah!nnnni'm afraidnni'm afraid of sleepingnni'm afraidnni'm afraid of sleeping innni feel so dead to the worldnnjust tell me where do i beginnncausenni'm afraidnni'm afraid of breathing in