I certainly would forgive younFor thinking I'm asleepnI've been tossing and turning all nightnOn a pattern of stripesnAnd a rickety boxspringnAnd I see a confession of daylightnAs the sun claims a colorful skynTo a nocturnal mind, it's a beautiful sightnIt makes me dizzynnI've counted the tiles in the ceilingnI could draw you the cracks in the pipesnI consider myself an expert obvservernWith bags under bloodshot eyesnI'm getting a bit too comfortablenHaving chemicals running the nightnBut in poetry and prosenThe precedent showsnYou have to hit bottomnBefore you start feeling alrightnnSo wish me some sweet dreamsnRecurring and happynAnd read me a storynLike it's all I have leftnAnd turn all the lights outnLike you're keeping a secretnOr joke there's no reason to be up this latennI'm worried I'm slowly regressingnTo a sad, angry shell of myselfnI will fashion this roomnTo a comfortable tombnJust you watch menI'm forgetting the basicsnOf sleeping and wakingnAnd making sense out of the worldnCause I haven't seen daylight this weeknAnd I'm far too tired to sleepnnDelusions are stonesnWe have already thrownnAnd have sunk to the bottom of oceansnBut the time on the clocknSeems to float to the topnTo wreck havoc on human emotionnnI awoke with a startnWith my hand on my heartnIt's was beating, so I'm sure i'm alivenA conclusion I can be unsure ofnFrom time to time