i haven t slept in so long so long i wish i could doze off i haven t slept in so long so long i wish i could doze off i haven t slept in so long so long i wish i could doze off i haven t slept in so long so long so long i m a somnolent insomniac with soporific sedatives in mind it seems these forty winks i m never gonna find and so i m pouring drinks man i m getting tired exhausted can t recall the last time that i saw the backside of my eyelids i need a nap need to slumber need an ambien or something so drowsy those around me pass a little judgement when i walk in i be talking to myself i m haunted by the poverty but taunted by the wealth and so i can t sleep i lie awake and monitor my thoughts which in turn keeps me up at night because there s not an on and off switch i m never not pensive got too much on my noggin taking two more hits of chronic then i ll soothe you with a sonnet about how i m largely jealous of narcoleptics feeling narcotized and restless playing atari tetris playing my favorite records starting with sgt pepper s y all been counting sheep while i been arguing with these shepherds like i often lie awake close my eyes and try to fake it roll from side to side hoping i can find my placement kept from catching zs by the firmness of these mattress springs i pack some weed draw the curtains and ask for peace and quiet blaze the bowl though i ain t half asleep i m trying but the basement s cold so wrapped in sheets i take a stroll to turn the furnace on and blast the heat until the room hot as lava snooze not word is bond i brew pots of java term s a groggy wordsmith coffee pumps through his blood as sure as dawn ll surface i ll be up when it does but see dark circles neath my peepers bump keys in the front seat of a humvee my life is but a dream so i prefer to live it sleepless mad cat when haven t had a cat nap claptrap til the sun rise mutter utter mumbles lacking slumber lacking shut eye i get spiteful entitled to the pain i feel on some reals my rem cycle needs some training wheels i need a sleeping pill to see my pillowcase tk aims to dream beneath the weeping willow s shade i walk around at night plastered fighting with my liver had some vicodin for dinner and washed it down with nyquil need i confess no rest for the wicked but these chickenheads give both breasts and a biscuit just splattering my ink cause i haven t slept a wink so my mind is on the brink and i find it hard to think because i haven t slept in so long some people say that i m a genius agreeable but lately i ve been feeling more and more like christian bale in the machinist hella sleepless in chicago tuckered out need to hunker down so i ve been searching for relief up in a bottle yo but nothing works pacing back and forth until the sun emerges another day another coffee that i m gonna purchase pulling all nighters feeling drained in the back of the class looking like bane with my apnea mask i m dopey and i m sleepy and i m grumpy doc a pair of idle hands keep on feeding me another shot i should ve passed out already but when i bow my head it shoots right up again i clutch a pen and use it when i m having trouble snoozing what the fuck s a bed yo to ac it s an illusion i ve been stuck in neutral yammering to cats about solutions to my late night catch 22 mad stressed with a brew man i just don t know what else i can do cause 3