I've been staying up too late,nWatching the hours roll bynAs I narrate.nSlow, then fast, then all but dead,nUntil I'm rubbing my eyesnAnd shaking my head.nnIn this town, there's not roomnFor both trains to rollnAnd sleep to resume,nOr ever even begin at all.nnIn the way I fell so fast,nYou'd think I'd crowned my last queen,nBut they never last.nFirst, you trash my appetite,nAnd now you won't let me dreamnFor the third straight night.nnWith the sleepiest heart I saynNo more tearing my nights apart,nI don't deserve to be left awake.nnIt's so obvious that you're not long for the market,nBut I'm not in a position to grab you.nBut I love your style,nAnd who says admiring from afar isn't in?nThe masses all understand,nAnd I could tell you,nBut you'd hate me for it.nnAnd with that,nI sink into sleep so deepnThat to wake,nI need you to promise you won't haunt me again.