Insomnia

There's a light bulb dangling from string It's slowly swaying up over my head now As I jot down the words that'll never be sung And wait for my headache to numb And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing And the moon's just a torn fingernail As the TV flickers and hums by the wall And I wait for my eyesight to fade So, So, So It's so damn slow So, So, So It's so damn slow And the bright-eyed choke on ambition And the old folks circle their graves And the young ones are busy destroying their names And you're still just wasting away. I sit and watch the screen for a message Some kinda sign that says we're OK But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off And wait for my conscience to break. So, So, So It's so damn slow So, So, So It's so damn slow I hope you're learning to listen And I hope you're learning to stay And I hope you find what you're missing And I hope that you're making you're way I'm a headcase if I don't keep moving And my head hurts if I don't sit still It's an itch that I'll never stop scratching It's a hole that I'll never quite fill So

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