it's another night where sleep plays keep-away with me, because
it's another night where thoughts run rampant through my head, so
it's another night where bed doesn't mean rest.
it's another night where the blankets hate me and try to strangle me, because
it's another night where i plan the next day down to the minute.
its another night where the room is dark and i'm restless, so
it's another night where the light is on-but not too bright.
it's another night where i feel tired and wired at the same time, so
it's another night where i will bounce between bouts of lying down or getting up just to lie again on the couch.
it's another night where i want to be wholly asleep because the whole wide world is sleeping, so
it's another night where i will pretend that i can fall asleep, even though
it's another night where sleep plays keep-away with me.